Henry: I'm sorry I was a prick to you. I... It's no excuse, but I was a prick to everyone in those days. My father had died a few months before, and the palace insisted on parading me around. For the record... I-I didn't say, "Get me out of here." I said, "I need to get out of here," which is a different thing entirely.
Alex: Oh. Well, now I feel like I need to apologize.
Henry: Why do you dislike me?
Alex: Climate Conference in Melbourne. First night party. I went to introduce myself to you, and you looked at me like I had head lice. Then you turned to your equerry and said, "Get me out of here."
Henry: I didn't realize you'd heard that.
Alex: So you do admit that's a douchey thing to say.
Henry: I could have been nicer. All right, what else? It couldn't have just been the conference. Oh, my God, it is. It is, isn't it?
Alex: Don't minimize it.
Henry: Uh, uh, how could I possibly? It's already as minimal as it gets.