Série - The Royals

- How long have you been with Liam for?
- Not long. I was with the princess before that.
- I wouldn’t take that personally. Eleanor’s security details are considered a temporary position. No-one lasts more than a month.
- I was with her for six. Right up, until Monaco.

- There she is. My beloved. Does this look like the day you dreamed about as a little girl?
- You mean the day I would marry Brad Pitt? No.

[Quelqu’un frappe]
- Who is it?
- It’s Nigel Moorefield.
- Uh, just a minute!
- Oh, babe. I didn’t know it was you.
- I… I just said my name.

- Jasper, I know I told you to be great for Lenny. This is it.
- She hasn’t… mentioned anything about the birthday party, has she?
- If you’re asking if she’s still with Mandy, the answer is no. Might be hope for you yet.
- Yeah, I don’t think so.

- Still wearing black, I see. Well played. Very clever of you to keep up the appearance of mourning.
- Have you considered the fact I may actually be mourning?
- As if! It’s been two months. Took me about two weeks.

- I appreciate what you’ve done for us. But once this is all over, I need you to leave and not comme back. I can’t see you any more. It’s too hard.
- Okay
- Okay

- I never got to say thank you before it.
- For what?
- Finding the evidence. Not giving up.
- I just want to make sure you’re okay.

Open this door! Jasper, open the door and let me out! He trusted him! We all trusted him and he slaughtered him!

- MR. HILL!
- Apologies, I was looking for Princess Eleanor’s room. Looks like the toilet in Trainspotting.
- I’ll have you know, this is the first time I’ve cleaned my own room… ever.

In my professional opinion, we’re looking for a body, not a missing person. Most of the personal affects in the vehicle are evidence, but I thought this might matter to you… I’m sorry, your Majesty.

F.M.L.