100+ Best 'Alex Claremont-Diaz' Quotes from Red, White & Royal Blue

Alex: It's weird. My whole life, I was hanging on to this imaginary future person I was gonna be. Like, the plan— graduation, campaigns, staffer, Congress. That was it. Straight into the game. I was gonna be the person who could do that... who wanted that. And now here I am, and the person I've become is... not that person.

Nora: But do you like him?

Alex: Yeah. Yeah, I do.

(Alex and Henry are being photographed in Hyde Park for royal PR...)

Henry: If Alex from this time last year could see this.

Alex: He'd say, "Oh, I'm in love with Henry? That must be why I'm such a berk to him all the time."

Henry: I've got to handle that on my own before you come back over.

Alex: That's fair. But soon?

Henry: Absolutely. You've got the royal suitor photos to take, the Christmas cards to sign... Oh, I wonder if they'll have you do a line of skincare products like Martha—

Alex: Stop. You're enjoying this too much.

Henry: I'm enjoying it the perfect amount.

(From Alex's speech...)

Alex: Every person who bears a legacy makes the choice of a partner with whom they will share it, whom the American people will hold beside them in hearts and memories and history books. America: He is my choice.

(Alex is about to broadcast a speech with Henry by his side...)

Henry: Five minutes for the rest of our lives.

Alex: You are the absolute worst idea I've ever had.

Henry: What are we even defending here, Philip? What kind of legacy? What kind of family, that says, we'll take the murder, we'll take the raping and pillaging and the colonizing, we'll scrub it up nice and neat in a museum, but oh no, you're a bloody poof? That's beyond our sense of decorum! I've bloody well had it. I've sat about long enough letting you and Gran and the weight of the damned world keep me pinned, and I'm finished. I don't care. You can take your legacy and your decorum and you can shove it up your f**king arse, Philip. I'm done.

Alex (to Philip): For what it's worth, that is the bravest son of a b*tch I've ever met.

Bea: You need to understand this to be with Henry. He is the most loving, nurturing, selfless person you could hope to meet, but there is a sadness and a hurt in him that is tremendous, and you may very well never truly understand it, but you need to love it as much as you love the rest of him, because that's him. That is him, part and parcel. And he is prepared to give it all to you, which is far more than I ever, in a thousand years, thought I would see him do.

Alex: I've never... I haven't been through anything like that. But I've always felt it, in him. There's this side of him that's... unknowable. But the thing is, jumping off cliffs is kinda my thing. That's the choice. I love him, with all that, because of all that. On purpose. I love him on purpose.

Bea: Then you'll do fine.

Zahra: Look, I'm only going to say this once, and if you ever repeat it, I'll have you kneecapped. I'm rooting for you, okay?

Alex: Wait. Zahra. Oh my God. I just realized. You're... my friend.

Zahra: No, I'm not.

Alex: Zahra, you're my mean friend.

Zahra: Am not. Don't speak to me for the next six hours. I deserve a f**king nap.

(After Alex's & Henry's photos and emails leak...)

Alex: I'm... I don't know. This isn't how I wanted to tell people. I thought we'd get a chance to do this right.

Ellen: You listen to me, I am your mother. I was your mother before I was ever the president, and I'll be your mother long after, to the day they put me in the ground and beyond this earth. You are my child. So, if you're serious about this, I'll back your play. So, do you feel forever about him?

Alex: Yeah, I do.

Ellen: Then, f**k it.

Alex: I'm telling you right now, I will physically fight your grandmother myself if I have to, okay? And, like, she's old. I know I can take her.

Henry: I wouldn't be so cocky. She's full of dark surprises.

(From Alex's email to Henry)

Alex (to Henry): Sometimes I feel like a funny-looking rock in the middle of the most beautiful clear ocean when I read the kinds of things you write to me. You love so much bigger than yourself, bigger than everything. I can't believe how lucky I am to even witness it—to be the one who gets to have it, and so much of it, is beyond luck and feels like fate.

(From Alex's email to Henry)

Alex (to Henry): It drives me nuts sometimes that you don't get to have more say in your life. When I picture you happy, I see you with your own apartment somewhere outside of the palace and a desk where you can write anthologies of queer history. And I'm there, using up your shampoo and making you come to the grocery store with me and waking up in the same damn time zone with you every morning.

(From Alex's & Henry's emails)

Alex (to Henry): Hey, have I told you lately that you're brave? I still remember what you said to that little girl in the hospital about Luke Skywalker: "He's proof that it doesn't matter where you come from or who your family is." Sweetheart, you're proof too. (By the way, in this relationship, I am absolutely the Han and you are absolutely the Leia. Don't try to argue because you'll be wrong.)

Henry's response: I'll agree with your assessment that you're the Han to my Leia in that you are, without doubt, a scruffy-looking nerf herder who would pilot us into an asteroid field. I happen to like nice men.

Henry: When I was younger, I had this very elaborate idea of taking somebody I loved here and standing inside the chapel, that he'd love it as much as I did, and we'd slow dance right in front of the Blessed Mother. Just a... daft pubescent fantasy.

(Henry takes out his phone and turns on music)

Alex: Aren't you gonna ask if I know how to waltz?

Henry: No waltzing. Never cared for it.

(In a museum...)

Henry: I always thought of the whole thing as the most unforgivable thing about me, but you act like it's one of the best.

Alex: Oh, yeah. The top list of reasons to love you goes brain, then dick, then imminent status as a revolutionary gay icon.

Henry: You are quite literally Queen Victoria's worst nightmare.

Alex: And that's why you love me.

Henry: My God, you're right. All this time, I was just after the bloke who'd most infuriate my homophobic forebears.

Alex: Ah, and we can't forget they were also racist.

Henry: Certainly not. Next time we shall visit some of the George III pieces and see if they burst into flame.

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