Henry: Marguerite, I don't believe you've met.
I merely painted one of them.
Please, I must find her.
Baroness: Darling, nothing is final 'til you're dead, and even then, I'm sure God negotiates.
Danielle: I fear the only name to leave you with.
Henry: I fear, mademoiselle, that you are a walking contradiction, and I find that rather fascinating.