Queen
Why, why is it that people cannot watch anything die in silence? I suppose after all you are not sufficiently ruthless to carry off your own selfishness with any sort of dignity.
Prince [sulkily]
You do not believe me. You credit the report of a woman who has every reason to hate me.
Queen
No, I credit intuition, instinct that is always stinging past what one wants to think and flinging some dismantled idol across one's feet. Somehow, from looking down at a lie one can never look up to that particular thing again.
Prince
It was the lie you minded more than what I did.
Queen
I think a truth, no matter of what kind, would have given me some point of exhilaration upon which to try you out.