Brimsley: Your Majesty, the royal physician has a report on the king.

Queen Charlotte: How is it possible there's not been a single compelling betrothal yet this season? Terribly unexciting!

Brimsley: I could tell you a delicious tidbit about our former scullery maid.

Queen Charlotte: I don't care about a dish wench. I wish to be entertained, enthralled. Should the royal physician seek to tell me my husband is dead, Brimsley?

Brimsley: I do not believe so, Your Majesty.

Queen Charlotte: Then tell him I am occupied, and bring me my stationery at once.