Queen Charlotte: Get started. One of you had better produce the next ruler of the United Kingdom, or your father's line dies with him. Make me a royal baby.
Prince Edward: Mother, you can't really expect us to...
Queen Charlotte: It is not a difficult task. Your father and I made 15 royal babies all by ourselves. I do not see why the whole lot of you cannot make just one.
Queen Charlotte: The only heir to the throne is dead. (Prince starts to sob) Sorrows, sorrows. Prayers. I am stating facts. The princesses have had no babies. The princes have had a record number of babies. Illegitimate wh*re babies. We had one heir, one royal, and she is gone. (Prince sobs again) Sorrows. Prayers. Children, this is a crisis.
Prince Edward: My word. There are impressionable ladies present.
Queen Charlotte: Impressionable? Trust me, Edward. No sexual innuendo makes an impression upon your sisters. I wish it did, that they might get ideas to marry and start fornicating.
Queen Charlotte: Perhaps, then, I might have legitimate grandbabies. Instead, virgins to the left of me, wh*res to the right.
Lady Whistledown: The Crown now has a crisis on its hands. A crisis one can only imagine that Queen Charlotte must find galling after ruling over the matchmaking efforts of the ton and the marriage mart with such an iron fist. This author and all of England can only hope that Queen Charlotte finally turns her matchmaking energies onto her own family. After all, her majesty has 13 children and now, not a royal heir from any of them. At least, not a legitimate one. It causes one to wonder. Is the queen's knowledge of how to make a good marriage nothing but talk?