Peter: I'm really not enjoying this conversation.

Elizabeth: Shall I dance around a bit as we do it, so it's more pleasing for you? We could do with some lightness at court. Maybe she should all order us to dance for a day. How wonderful.

Peter: They're my friends. I can't watch them die, and she can't walk away from it and let them go, we all know that.

Elizabeth: You'll make other friends. People love you.

Peter: Eh, that's true.

Elizabeth: There's only one her.

Peter: Yes.

Elizabeth: I'm dancing away now, having made my point in such a categorical and devastating way, you can but smile at my wisdom, and eat the macaroon I'm handing to you.

Peter: Hmm. Mm, f**king good macaroon.