A Royal Night Out (2015)

Bel Powley: Margaret

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• Margaret : By the way, what's a knocking shop?

• Elizabeth : For six years now we've been positively cloistered.

  Margaret : Like nuns.

  Queen : We understood the reference.

• Margaret : Does she think I'm going to end up on the front page of the "Daily Mirror" in the arms of a drunken sailor or something?

• Margaret : Who cares what they think. They're only French, after all.

• Margaret : Come on, Lillibet. This is what we wanted! The Lindy Hop. Remember? And round. Good. Then like that. Woo!

• Margaret : I thought, Trafalgar Square for a splash in the fountains, then the Curzon, going on to that wizard all-nighter at Chelsea Barracks.

• Queen : Your subjects need to see you as incorporating in your person the very essence of royalty.

  Elizabeth : One knows about essences and all that, but one would still like to have a dance from time to time.

  Margaret : The Lindy Hop, for example.

  Queen : The What-y hop?

• Margaret : We're going out. Incognito.

  Mickey : Does the tiara rather give the game away, ma'am?

  Margaret : Yes!

  [removes tiara] 

  Margaret : Thanks, Mickey.

• Duty Manager : Your Royal Highnesses.

  Margaret : We're incognito. Lizzy, Mags.

• Elizabeth : Mummy said, "No."

  Margaret : What kind of "no"?

  Elizabeth : "No," as in: "Absolutely not, under any circumstances whatsoever."

  Margaret : What did she say?

  Elizabeth : The life we live...

  Elizabeth , Margaret : Is not fully our own, blah, blah.

• Margaret : You didn't ask properly! You can't have done. Lillibet! We'll be walled up in this ghastly mausoleum for the rest of our blooming lives. I'm completely cheesed.

• Margaret : Oh, it's all right. Nobody gives a monkey's what I do.

• Stan : Not seen you in here before. Bit high class for us, ain't you, darling? Who are you, then?

  Margaret : I'm P2.

  Stan : P what?

  Margaret : Princess number two, silly. Margaret.

  Stan : Bloody hell. P2 in my knocking shop. Wonderful.

  Margaret : Bit of a snooze, actually. Nobody takes any notice of me at all.

• Margaret : Are you foreign?

  Stan : English to my fingertips.

  Margaret : We're all German, you know, but it's de trop to talk about it. Not supposed to. Pas devant les sujets.

• Debbie : How's it all gone for you, ducks?

  Margaret : My feet have barely touched the ground.

  Annie : Knee tremblers all the way, these busy nights.

  Margaret : First it was the conga at the Ritz.

  Annie : I get you.

  Margaret : Then the bus with this naval officer.

  Annie : The bus?

  Margaret : Between the Ritz and Trafalgar Square.

  Debbie : He had his money's worth.

  Margaret : But now I'm rather late. Mother will be so cross.

  Annie : She's got high expectations, that mother of yours.

  Margaret : Oh, yes.

• Annie : How long have you been on this game, then?

  Margaret : Well, actually, this is my first time out. Sort of out - ish. On one's own in so far as one could be.

• Debbie : What's your name?

  Margaret : Margaret.

  Debbie : Your real name?

  Margaret : Margaret.

  Debbie : Oh, that's a coincidence.

• Margaret : Awfully outré. They do the Lindy there, you know.

• Margaret : I'm absolutely clapped out.