And now we know the Queen doesn’t sing along to “God Save The Queen.”
LIZ (whispering): I say, is that a peacock sitting behind us?
PHIL: Don’t be silly, dear. That’s a woman in a dress.
LIZ: Heavens. Look at that plumage.
PHIL: It’s not polite to point, Lizzy.
LIZ: I’ve asked you not to call me that bloody name in public, you twit!
PHIL: Dear, we are in Westminster Abbey. Please. We need to be reserved.
LIZ: I didn’t know they allowed birds in Westminster Abbey, Philip.
PHIL: They don’t. Only dreadfully boring people singing dreadfully boring hymns, boringly.
LIZ: And peacocks?
PHIL: Yes, dear.
“the entire world can see your bald spot.”
“shut up dickwad.”
“Can’t all the money in grannie’s royal treasury buy you a decent weave?”
“Harry I swear to god”
“Don’t let Kate see that. She might leave you for a man with hair. Like me.
