Abigail: As it turns out, I'm capable of much unpleasantness.
Abigail: You're so beautiful.
Queen Anne: Stop it, you mock me.
Abigail: I do not. If I were a man, I would ravish you.
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.
Harley: I wish to make a statement to the queen.
Lady Sarah: State it to me. I love a comedy. Is there cake?