Louisa May Foster: And in all the fourteen years, you’ve never wanted to play anywhere else?
Pinky Benson: Oh, you mean the big time? Boy, why does everybody seem to think you have to want to play the big time? Why? You get to the top of the ladder and you’re a slave to your fans; you’ve got no life of your own. Then you’ve got to start worrying about staying up there. Oh, no. Not for me. I’m happy doing what I’m doing.
Queen Eleanor of Aquitaine: I gave you my youth, I gave you your children.
King Henry II: I don’t like my children! And as for your youth, that withered flower, pressed between the pages of a hymnbook since you were twelve years old, with its watery blood and stale insipid scent, you can bid farewell to that without a tear. Your body was an empty desert, madame, which duty forced me to wander in alone.