Lady Jane (1986)
Jane: [reading] The soul takes flight to the world that is eternal... invisible. But there arriving she is sure of bliss, and forever dwells in paradise.
Doctor Feckenham: The soul takes flight to the world that is invisible. At there arriving, she is assured of bliss, and forever dwells in paradise.
Dr. Feckinham: And what would you be prepared to die for, Lady Jane?
Jane: I would die to free our people from the chains of bigotry and superstition.
Dr. Feckinham: What superstition did you have in mind?
Jane: Well, for example, the idea that a piece of bread can become the body of our Savior, father.
Dr. Feckinham: Did he not say at his Last Supper, "Take, eat, this is my body"?
Jane: He also said, "I am the vine, I am the door." Was he a vine, was he a door?
Dr. Feckinham: Who has been teaching you to say such things?
Jane: Don't you think I could have thought of them myself?
Dr. Feckinham: It is a privilege to talk to anyone whose love of learning shines like yours.
Jane: It is my only pleasure, Dr. Feckinham.
Guilford: Go on, ask me.
Guilford: What I want.
Jane: What do you want?
Guilford: Oh, I think you know. I want a world where men are not branded or sent into slavery because they can't grow the food they need to eat. Go on.
Jane: it's done.
Guilford: On the night I was informed I was to be transformed into---untold bliss---I had attended several taverns, witnessed a bear-baiting and was actually located in the Suffolk stews, sampling the pleasures of a lady of the night.
Guilford: Tell me, did you see his chest?
Jane: Yes, it was marked.
Guilford: No, it wasn't. It was branded. A mark burnt into him with a red-hot iron.
Guilford: The brain is a brittle organ, Jane. The slightest pressure and it snaps. It's not wrapped up in a little heart.
Jane: You gave them all that money and they just threw it back at you?
Guilford: Money? Do you know what's happened to the value of money?
[Guilford slides Jane a coin]
Guilford: What's that?
Jane: A penny.
Guilford: No, it isn't. It's a shilling.
Jane: It can't be, shillings are made of silver.
Guilford: Should be, used to be. But not now.
Guilford: So then we will.
Jane: Yes, we will.
Guilford: We'll fly.
Jane: We'll fly.
Guilford: Away, beyond their reach.
Jane: So far...
Guilford: Their touch can't tarnish us, and at last, we will be...
Jane: Each other's.
Guilford: Only this time, forever.
[Jane, a Protestant, watches Lady Anne Wharton curtsy and cross herself before holy bread, believed by Catholics to contain the true presence of Christ]
Jane: Why do you curtsy?
Lady Anne: I am curtsying to the Host, my lady. To Him that made us all.
Jane: Oh, I see! So God made you, and the baker, apparently, made God!
Jane: When I see your face again, I want it for all eternity.
Guilford: I thought, you see I wondered: Now that we're together, how on earth are we going to spend the days?
Mrs. Ellen: A proverb says that a wonder lasts nine days then the puppy opens his eyes. So... what happens on the tenth day?