Private Life of Henry VIII.1933

French executioner:
There is a blade for you fit for a king! Or in this case, a queen, n'est-ce pas?

English executioner:
Not fit for our Queen!

French executioner:
No? Why not?

English executioner:
She is an English Queen, ain't she? Well, what's wrong with English steel? And come to that, what's wrong with an English headsman?

French executioner:
Ah, meaning yourself?

English executioner:
Why not? I was good enough to knock off the Queen's five lovers, wasn't I? Why'd they want you, a Frenchman from Calais?

French executioner:
I will tell you...

English executioner:
No, I'm telling you. It's a crying shame. 'N half the English executioners out of work as it is!

French executioner:
And why are they out of work? Because they are only fit to sever the bull necks of their countrymen with a butcher's cleaver. But a woman's neck, a Queen's neck: that calls for finesse, for delicacy, for chivalry... in one word, a Frenchman!

English executioner:
I could think of another word.