The Lion in Winter

I know. You know I know. I know you know I know. We know Henry knows, and Henry knows we know it. We're a knowledgeable family.

Give me a little peace. A little? Why so modest? How about eternal peace? Now, there's a thought.

He came down from the North to Paris with a mind like Aristotle's and a form like mortal sin. We shattered the Commandments on the spot.

I've given up the looking glass; quicksilver has no sense of tact.

Geoffrey: Why, you chivalric fool—as if the way one fell down mattered. Richard: When the fall is all there is, it matters.

I've snapped and plotted all my life. There's no other way to be a king, alive and fifty all at the same time.

In a world where carpenters get resurrected, everything is possible.

John: "Poor John. Who says poor John? Don't everybody sob at once! My God, if I went up in flames there's not a living soul who'd pee on me to put the fire out!" Richard: "Let's strike a flint and see.

Well, what family doesn't have its ups and downs?

I want Poetry and Power and the young men who create it.

I even made poor Louis take me on Crusade. How's that for blasphemy? I dressed my maids as Amazons and rode bare-breasted halfway to Damascus. Louis had a seizure and I damn near died of windburn... but the troops were dazzled.

Of course he has a knife, he always has a knife, we all have knives! It's 1183 and we're barbarians!

I've plotted and schemed all my life. There is no other way to be a King, fifty and alive all at once.