Bertie: I am not a King, I am not a King. I am sorry, I am sorry.
Elizabeth: No, don’t be silly, please. Oh, my dear. My dear, dear man. You know, I refused your first two marriage proposals not because I didn’t love you, but because I couldn’t bear the idea of a royal life, couldn’t bear the idea of a life of tours, of public duty, of - well, a life that was no longer to really be my own. But then I thought, “He stammers so beautifully, they’ll leave us alone.”