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Hallelujah
My Lord. This is my private time.
Well, she is "indisposed" out of her mouth.
Affairs? Let Albert do them for you.
Now, luncheon.
Just be your charming self. They will adore you.
A dark coat. Brown boots. Tall hat.
It is too silly of us to expect you to remain at table.
Oh, Lord.
Why? Because these people like the Giffards
Because you may find that the people of, for instance, Staffordshire,
Let him do everything for you.
You're in the wrong job, Miss Skerrett.
..of her generation.
The Queen has requested a dish of bacon and peas.
Alas, I do not hunt.
Is it safe to announce?
It eliminates nausea.
As we are presently unencumbered by other guests,
I wish I could endure it for you. But, Victoria, listen to me. Listen...
Apparently she still is.
Oh, dearest Lehzen.
I've work to do.
You count as alone.
No.
The Lord Chamberlain, Your Majesty.
I do not promote the Prince. The man is a menace and a boor.
Er, the butler said that in the country
Power must be seen to come from me.
A little wrigglepants, ma'am.
Hallelujah
the Prince must sing as he's being undressed.
Well, you are now my official taster.
No, what I would prefer, Victoria,
It's wonderful.
My dear, I did not want to wake you.
Regulator controls the motion.
If you wish to make farmyard noises,
Wellington's not too old to take the reins, you know.