- Victoria: I was talking about my cousin.
- Lord Melbourne: Oh. Which cousin would that be?
- Victoria: Albert. Of course. He's such a... prig.
- Lord Melbourne: You do not see him as a possible husband, then, I take it.
- Victoria: I would rather marry Robert Peel.
- Lord Melbourne: I wonder what Lady Peel would say to that.
- [Victoria examines a sheet of "penny black" postage stamps with her portrait on them]
- Victoria: But how will the little pictures stay affixed?
- Rowland Hill: The stamps, ma'am, have a layer of gun arabic on the back.
- Victoria: So... everybody who wants to send a letter will have to lick my face?
- [Queen Victoria proposes to Prince Albert - protocol dictates that *she* should propose to *him*]
- Prince Albert: [seriously] For me, this is not a marriage of convenience.
- Victoria: No, I think it will be a marriage of *in*convenience.
- [they laugh]
- Victoria: But I have no choice.
- Prince Albert: Neither do I.
- [they kiss]
- [Penge leads two footmen into the bedroom at Windsor Castle where Princes Albert and Ernest are about to dress for dinner. The footmen are carrying jackets with copious amounts of gold braid on the front, for the princes to wear]
- Penge: For your Serene Highnesses, with the Queen's compliments.
- Prince Ernest: [irreverently] Fancy dress?
- Penge: [superciliously] The Windsor uniform, Your Highness, was designed by George III for members of the English court.
- [Penge and the footmen leave]
- Prince Ernest: I wonder if King George designed it *before* or *after* he went mad.