Emma Stone credited as playing...
Abigail
- Abigail: Lady Marlborough.
- Lady Sarah: Oh, dear. The servant is dressed in the clothes of a lady. How... whimsical.
- Abigail: My dear friend and cousin, how good to see you've returned from...
- Lady Sarah: Hell. I'm sure you shall pass through it one day.
- Abigail: [about the war] If he dies?
- Lady Sarah: Did you not sacrifice your cunt to a fatty German to save your father?
- Abigail: Yes.
- Lady Sarah: There is always a price to pay. I am prepared to pay it.
- Abigail: My life is like a maze that I continually think I've gotten out of only to find another corner right in front of me.
- Abigail: [after Sarah slaps Abigail twice in the face] Obviously you still have some anger to expiate. I'll allow it this once.
- Lady Sarah: Congratulations on your wedded bliss.
- Abigail: [snorts dismissively]
- Abigail: When I was 15, my father lost me in a card game.
- Lady Sarah: You are not serious.
- Abigail: He was very upset about it. Took off into the forest with nothing but a scullery maid and a dozen bottles for solace.
- Abigail: I hoped I might be employed here. By you. As something.
- Lady Sarah: A monster for the children to play with, perhaps?
- [last lines]
- Abigail: You should lie down.
- Queen Anne: You shall speak when asked to! I feel dizzy, I need to hold on to something.
- [she grabs Abigail's hair]
- Abigail: The debt was to a balloon shaped German man with a thin cock. Thankfully I managed to convince him a woman has her blood in twenty eight days a month.
- Abigail: You're so beautiful.
- Queen Anne: Stop it, you mock me.
- Abigail: I do not. If I were a man, I would ravish you! Rrrrravish!
- Lady Sarah: None for the queen.
- Queen Anne: What?
- Lady Sarah: Well you cannot have hot chocolate. Your stomach, the sugar inflames it.
- Queen Anne: Abigail, hand me that cup!
- Lady Sarah: [casually] Do not.
- Abigail: I'm sorry. I do not know what to do.
- Lady Sarah: Oh fine, give it to her. And you can get a bucket and mop for the aftermath.
- Abigail: Perhaps because of my past, perhaps some malformation of my heart. I blame my father, of course. *Cunt*. I must take control of my circumstance. I will need to act in a way that meets the edges of my morality. Or, I will end up on the street selling my arsehole to syphilitic soldiers, steadfast morality will be a fucking nonsense that will mock me daily.