Queen Charlotte: Brimsley, do not attempt to flatter me by talking about my children. It makes me dislike you more. Answer the question. Why have my girls never married?

Brimsley: Y... Your daughters... They are good girls. They love you. And the king... It... It happened so early. You were so young. If he had died, maybe you would have been hurt, grieved, but eventually, you would have healed and moved on. Instead...

Queen Charlotte: What? Spit it out, Brimsley. Do not become sentimental now.

Brimsley: You are still his queen. Forever frozen. Forever waiting. Your daughters could not leave you here trapped in time.

Queen Charlotte (almost crying): Go and stand over there and stop talking. Look that way. Not at me.