Abigail: I hoped I might be employed here. By you. As something.
Lady Sarah: A monster for the children to play with, perhaps?
[first lines]
Queen Anne: How was my speech?
Lady Sarah: You were brilliant.
Queen Anne: Did I lisp?
Lady Sarah: You don't lisp.
Queen Anne: I know. That was what was so troubling about it. The thought that I suddenly did.
Harley: [after he pushes Abigail down] Are you all right?
Lady Sarah: If you offer me tea, you will forgive me if I don't accept.
Queen Anne: [in a mud bath] It is so strange to be in this.
Abigail: It is good for you. The doctor says it will leach the toxins.
Queen Anne: What if I should fall asleep and slip under?
Abigail: Oh, just imagine it is hot chocolate.
Queen Anne: Oh, then I shall die happy.
Abigail: The debt was to a balloon shaped German man with a thin cock. Thankfully I managed to convince him a woman has her blood in twenty eight days a month.
Masham: Who are you? No ordinary maid.
Abigail: It could be said I have fallen far.
Masham: It could be said I aim to catch you.
Abigail: I might allow it.
Queen Anne: Are the people really angry about the land tax?
Lady Sarah: They'll be angrier when the French are sodomising their wives and planting their fields with garlic.
Lady Sarah: I am not food! You cannot just eat and eat!
Queen Anne: And yet you are tasty and salty.
Harley: You do not care? I thought you were on our side.
Abigail: I'm on my side. Always.
Lady Sarah: Is my horse alive or did you eat it?
Mae: I sold it.
Lady Sarah: I liked your father, he had charm to burn.
Abigail: Shall I tell the doctor you imperiled the Queens health and let you rue the ramifications?
Footman #1: What does - what does rami-fi-ca...
Abigail: It means he will have you whipped.
Mrs Meg: What's going on? Do her in the barn if that is what is, not in my kitchen.
Sally: Mrs. Meg says you are to scrub the floor until she can see her toothless fat face in it.
Abigail: You want something. To fuck me?
Harley: I will leave that to my friend Masham, who is completely cuntstruck by you.
Masham: That was you on the horse that morning.
Abigail: I am a servant. Where would I get a horse? Perhaps you dreamt of me?
Masham: Perhaps it was you - and I should have you stripped and whipped.
Abigail: I'm waiting.
Lady Sarah: I had a dream that this very small Frenchman covered in blood, was carrying his head around feeding it brie.
Harley: You are in favour. But favour is a breeze that shifts direction all the time. Then in an instant you're back sleeping with a bunch of scabrous whores wondering whose finger's in your arse. You cannot have too many friends in court. I need a friend Abigail, one with cute ears and wide eyes. I am often blind-sided by the distorted situation at court.
Harley: Going to ride that one are we?
Masham: She does make my blood hot.
