Marial Quotes

Archie: Empress, a word?

Catherine: All right. My word is no.

Marial: Ah, off to a good start. I forgot something in the State Room. If you’ll excuse me before I have to make up what it is.

(Catherine is slaping herself…)

Marial: Oh! What are you doing?

Catherine: Reminding myself not to cry.

Marial: Pin a note to your dress. F**k.

Marial: The dress… turns out you were right.

Catherine: They looked at it and saw the future, Marial.

Marial: You mean they saw you.

Catherine: Exactly.

Marial: What if your vision of the bear, and the great love, your heart filled and glowing, what if that great love was Russia itself? Not Peter.

(Marial leaves the room…)

Catherine: Huzzah.

Catherine: Ever since I was a child, I felt like greatness was in store for me. A great life, I felt. Like God himself had spat me forth to land on this Earth and in some way transform it. That I was here for a reason, a purpose.

Marial: Why did He make you a woman, then?

Catherine: For comedy, I guess.

(Catherine is trying to commit suicide, but can’t make herself quite do it…)

Marial: Would you like a cake with that knife, Empress?

Catherine: Do not try to stop me. Just leave me be.

Marial: I would not presume to speak. For the empress is so smart, and book readingly, that I’m sure her judgment is sound.

Catherine: I am resolved.

Marial: Vlad will get a bucket for the blood.

Vlad: Yes, miss.

Catherine: There is no other way. I am a prisoner here.

Marial: Indeed.

Catherine: Married to an idiot.

(Moment later…)

Marial: Towels, too, Vlad. There may be some overflow.

(Later…)

Marial: I will get coins to place on your eyes.

Marial: Are you ready for tonight? You do know what to expect?

Catherine: You suppose me more naive than I am. My mother has explained everything.

Marial: She has?

Catherine: The man caresses you softly, pressing his lips to yours. Your breasts and skin awaken and shiver with palpitating joy. Between your legs quivers and moistens with longing. He enters you and you become one. Your bodies meld, your souls mesh. As a sensation takes hold of you, you fall into a black sky filled with the shiniest of stars. You float for a time in ecstasy, before waves of pleasure push and pull you back into your body. Your body ushers forth yelps, and sometimes song, before he and you explode within, collapsing together, spent and unified. Then, you lay together, laughing softly, weeping occasionally with ecstatic joy, and finally, he wraps his arms around you, whispers poetry softly into your ear, and you fall into a… delicious sleep.

Marial: Yep, that’s pretty much it.