Lion in Winter1968

Henry II:
You know me well enough to know I can't be stopped.

Eleanor:
I don't have to stop you - I have only to delay you. Every enemy you have has friends in Rome... will cost you time.

Henry II:
What is this? I'm not mouldering - my pate's not peeling off. I'm good for years.

Eleanor:
How many years? Suppose I hold you back for one? I can - it's possible. Suppose your first son dies? Ours did - it's possible. Suppose you're daughtered next? We were - that, too, is possible. How old is "Daddy" then? What kind of spindly, ricket-ridden, milky, wizened, dim-eyed, gammy-handed, limpy line of things will you beget?

Henry II:
It's sweet of you to care.

Eleanor:
And when you die - which is regrettable, but necessary - what will happen to frail Alais and her pleumy prince? You can't think Richard's going to wait for your grotesque to grow.

Henry II:
You wouldn't let him do a thing like that.

Eleanor:
Let him? I'd push him through the nursery door!

Henry II:
You're not that cruel.

Eleanor:
Don't fret. We'll wait until you're dead to do it.