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Queen Anne: Did you just look at me?
[the servant shakes his head sideways]
Queen Anne: Did you? Look at me! Look at me!
[the servant looks at her]
Queen Anne: How dare you! Close your eyes!

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Lady Sarah: Abigail has done this. She does not love you.
Queen Anne: Because how could anyone? She wants nothing from me. Unlike you.
Lady Sarah: She wants nothing from you. And yet somehow she is a lady. With 2000 a year, and Harley sits on your knee most nights.
Queen Anne: I wish you could love me as she

does!
Lady Sarah: You wish me to lie to you? "Oh you look like an angel fallen from heaven, your majesty." No. Sometimes, you look like a badger. And you can rely on me to tell you.
Queen Anne: Why?
Lady Sarah: Because I will not lie! That is love!

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Queen Anne: Some wounds do not close; I have many such. One just walks around with them and sometimes one can feel them filling with blood.

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Abigail: Have you come to seduce me, or rape me?
Masham: I am a gentleman.
Abigail: So, rape then.

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Abigail: Lady Marlborough.
Lady Sarah: Oh, dear. The servant is dressed in the clothes of a lady. How... whimsical.
Abigail: My dear friend and cousin, how good to see you've returned from...
Lady Sarah: Hell. I'm sure you shall pass through it one day.

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Queen Anne: [after her fall] They were all staring, weren't they? I can tell even if I can't see. And I heard the word fat! Fat and ugly!
Lady Sarah: Anne, no one but me would dare and I did not.

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Lady Sarah: [to Queen Anne] You look like a badger.

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Abigail: As it turns out, I'm capable of much unpleasantness.

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Harley: Might I remind you, you are not the queen.
Lady Sarah: No, she has sent me to speak for her. She is unwell.
Godolphin: What says she?
Lady Sarah: That Harley is a fop and a prat and smells like a ninety-six-year-old French whore's vajuju.

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Godolphin: Obviously you have chosen to keep the particulars of your dismissal from me. I shall leave a gap in the conversation for you to remedy that.
[silence and dead stares from Lady Sarah]
Godolphin: I do not know of women and their feelings, but I know they nurse their hurts like wailing newborns.
Lady Sarah: Godolphin,

I have a surge of desire to see your nose broken. Your point?

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Lady Sarah: Anne, you are too sensitive.
Queen Anne: And you are too mean and uncaring, some days.
Lady Sarah: Some days I'm quite lovely though. Let's think on them!

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[repeated line]
Queen Anne: Rub my legs.

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Harley: Must the duck be here?
Godolphin: Fastest duck in the city. Horatio is a prize worth stealing, he does not leave my side.
Harley: Keep him away from me or I will pull his liver out and eat it with a cornichon.

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Lady Sarah: Mrs Meg, your cream bill is outrageous. Are you bathing in it to help your hemorrhoids?

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Queen Anne: I like it when she puts her tongue inside me.

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Abigail: [about the war] If he dies?
Lady Sarah: Did you not sacrifice your cunt to a fatty German to save your father?
Abigail: Yes.
Lady Sarah: There is always a price to pay. I am prepared to pay it.

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Lady Sarah: You do not lisp but you are mad. Giving me a palace?
Queen Anne: I have been wanting to give you something for quite some time now. Seemed like the perfect opportunity with Marlborough winning.
Lady Sarah: It is a monstrous extravagance, Mrs. Morley. We are at war.
Queen Anne: We won!

Lady Sarah: Oh, it is not over. We must continue.
Queen Anne: Oh. Oh, I did not know that.

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Harley: You are in favour. But favour is a breeze that shifts direction all the time.

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Lady Sarah: [to Harley] Your mascara is running. If you want to fix yourself we can discuss this later.

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Lady Sarah: Where am I?
Mae: You're in heaven. That's God. You'll meet him later.