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I'm afraid it would mean postponing that by a few days.

Fit for office better?

What? Says who?

-The dignified? -Very good.

-You asked to see me? -I did. Do sit down.

And therefore I have discharged my duty to your father.

And in our short time together, I could see how I could be, too.

Spent some time at the airfield, doing some rolls.

That's where the best man is. The only man.

And that you chose to withhold that information from me.

Khrushchev claims the weapon is ready for immediate use,

Just smile politely while he drones on and on.

Thank you, Professor.

But now I spend so much time with politicians and statesmen.

- What's that? - Here, Charles. That one.

this country's without a fit leader or a deputy leader?

you must only speak to the person seated on your right until the end.

-Don't know, sir. -Can't you give me a clue?

What touches all should be approved by all.

in what was once the most powerful country on Earth.

There's nothing shrunken about you, dearest.

Well, one good thing about this one is you never have to open your mouth at all.

But I'd still like to hear you say it again.

A good dressing down from Nanny is what they most want in life.

When they trust one another.

all the people listening in can hear. You were saying.

And I was wondering whether you might be interested in filling that gap?

Martin is a younger man. It's the more natural fit.

And that would be bad?

How could you have let me down like this?

-I see. -Until tomorrow.

but they were so insistent we keep it from you.

Which is the monarch?

that Eisenhower will take it upon himself to run the show.

Now, as I'm sure you're aware,

Oh, charity cricket match for the National Playing Fields Association.

So, it is always the Sovereign who begins the meal.

-is hardly comparing like with like. -I disagree.

That's rather less clear to me,

-And why is that? -Please.

-I doubt it. -All right, the 13th?

-I doubt it. I'd have to check. -I think you know precisely.

a nasty cold and Lord Moran, his doctor, has forbidden him to fly.

-Is that a green light, Ma'am? -Yes.

If you wouldn't mind, Prime Minister.

Your actions, your breaking of that trust

The Prime Minister, Your Majesty.

Says Margaret Colville, Jock Colville's wife,

-Have you really? -No.