Megan Dodds: Marguerite
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Quotes
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King Francis : Baroness. Did you or did you not lie to Her Majesty, the Queen of France?
[Rodmila is confused when asked about her lie about Danielle.]
Queen Marie : Choose your words wisely, madame, for they may be your last.
Baroness Rodmilla De Ghent : [nervously] A woman would do practically anything for the love of a daughter, Your Majesties.
[Francis refuses to believe her.]
Baroness Rodmilla De Ghent : Perhaps I did get a little carried away.
Marguerite : Mother, what have you done? Your Majesty, like you, I am just a victim here. She has lied to us both, and I am ashamed to call her family!
Baroness Rodmilla De Ghent : [pushes Marguerite] How dare you turn on me, you little ingrate?
Marguerite : You see? You see what I have to put up with?
King Francis : [bangs his staff] Silence, both of you! Good Lord! Are they always like this?
Jacqueline : Worse, Your Majesty.
Baroness Rodmilla De Ghent : Jacqueline, *darling*, I'd hate to think you had anything to do with this.
Jacqueline : [pointedly] 'Course not, Mother. I'm only here for the food.
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Rodmilla : Of all the insidious jokes, turning your mother into a Countess. Why it's almost as absurd as a prince who spends his days with a peasant who sleeps with pigs.
Danielle : What bothers you more, stepmother? That I am common, or that I am competition?
Rodmilla : [takes Danielle's courtier dress] Where's the dress, Danielle?
Danielle : I don't know what you're talking about.
Marguerite : The gown, the slippers. They were in my room this morning and now they're gone. You hid them I know it.
Rodmilla : Where did you put the gown, Danielle?
Danielle : Where are the candlesticks and the tapestries and the silver? Perhaps the dress is with them.
Rodmilla : You produce the gown?
Danielle : I would rather die a thousand deaths than to see my mother's dress on that spoiled, selfish cow.
Rodmilla : Well, perhaps we can arrange that.
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Rodmilla : [after the laundry supervisor points out the work] Marguerite.
Marguerite : What?
Rodmilla : Well, you heard the woman.
Marguerite : So did you.
Rodmilla : Yes, but I'm management.
Marguerite : Like hell you are! You're just the same as me, a big NOBODY!
Rodmilla : How dare you speak to me that way? I'm of noble blood!
Laundry Supervisor : And you are getting on my nerves.
[the supervisor knocks both of them into a vat of purple dye with a pillow while laundry servants start laughing at them.]
Laundry Supervisor : [chuckles briefly] Now get to work.
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Queen Marie : Oh, I'm so sorry my son can't join us. But he seems to have disappeared again.
Rodmilla : Again?
Queen Marie : Yes. He was gone all day yesterday and did not return until dawn.
[Rodmilla realizes Danielle was out with Henry]
Rodmilla : Well. It must be marvelous to have that kind of stamina.
Queen Marie : Perhaps you could solve a mystery for me. Do you know the Comtesse de Lancret? Apparently she's staying with a cousin, but nobody seems to know who.
[Rodmilla and Margureite suspect Marie's question]
Rodmilla : Nicole de Lancret?
Queen Marie : Yes. Oh, how wonderful. I was beginning to think she was a ghost.
[All three women laugh]
Rodmilla : No. I'm an afraid she's been around for years. Yes. And um... staying with us, as a matter of fact. Isn't that right, darling?
Marguerite : Yes. Of course. Our cousin.
[Marie chuckles]
Rodmilla : Whom you like to call Cinderella.
[Marguerite gets up from her seat throws a brief hissy fit after Rodmilla figured out that Nicole is Danielle]
Queen Marie : Good heavens, child. Are you all right?
Marguerite : There was a bee.
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Marguerite : I said I wanted four-minute eggs. Not four one-minute eggs, and where in GOD'S NAME is our bread?
Louise : [takes Marguerite's eggs] It's just coming out of the oven, my lady.
Rodmilla : Marguerite, precious. What do I always say about the tone?
Jacqueline : A lady of breeding ought never to raise her voice any louder than the gentle hum of a whisper in the wind.
Rodmilla : Jacqueline, dear, do not speak unless you can improve the silence.
Marguerite : I was not shrill, I was resonant. A courtier knows the difference.
Rodmilla : I very much doubt your style of resonance would be permitted in the royal court.
Marguerite : I'm not going to the Royal Court, am I, mother? No one is, except some Spanish pig they have the nerve to call a princess.
Rodmilla : Darling, nothing is final until you're dead. Even then, I'm sure God negotiates.
[Rodmilla and Jacqueline continue eating their eggs]
Rodmilla : Why is there no salt on this table? Danielle?
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Danielle : [after Danielle sees Rodmilla, Marguerite and Jacqueline examining Nicole's wedding dress and shoes] Oh, look who finally decided to grace us with her presence.
Danielle : What do you think you're doing?
Marguerite : Trying on my dress.
Rodmilla : Do you honestly think that after that performance this morning I'd let you go anywhere?
Danielle : [appalled] Do you honestly think these games, these intrigues are going to win you a crown?
[Jacqueline puts the slippers down.]
Danielle : To hunt royalty like some sport, it's disgusting!
Marguerite : You're just jealous.
Danielle : [takes the slippers] These are my mother's.
Marguerite : Yes, and she's dead.
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Henry : [retrieving the tennis ball from Marguerite who attempts to impress him] You're looking well, Marguerite.
Marguerite : You're welcome to look, Your Highness.
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Jacqueline : Marguerite gets to do everything.
Marguerite : Oh, don't be daft, Jacqueline, the Queen doesn't even know you exist.
Baroness Rodmilla De Ghent : What Marguerite does is for all of us, my dear. We are counting on you to help her get ready.
Jacqueline : Lovely. Next thing you know I shall be cleaning the fireplace with Danielle.
Baroness Rodmilla De Ghent : Where is that girl?
Marguerite : Probably off catching rabbits with her teeth.
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Marguerite : [to Danielle] Someone's been reading in the fireplace again. Look at you. Ash and soot everywhere.
Rodmilla : Some people read because they cannot think for themselves.
Marguerite : Why don't you sleep with the pigs, Cindersoot, if you insist on smelling like one.
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Jacqueline : How was I to nearly come flying out the side door? He was suppose to be getting married.
Marguerite : I heard the prince talked to you. What did he say?
Jacqueline : Well, I can't be sure. It all happened so quickly. But I think what he said was, "Serves me right for choosing a foreigner over your... sister."
[Rodmilla and Marguerite giggle.]
Rodmilla : Well, very good. Perhaps we should just let him fret about it for a few days.
