King Henry VIII: [shouting in anger at the doctor] These men are not sick from the phlox but from cowardice, and I will not send cowards home. They will either fight, or I'll hang them by the wayside! You get them from their sickbeds back into that trench, or you'll find yourself a head shorter!
Brigitte: What are you thinking?
Charles Brandon: [Smiling] That I was dead and am alive again. Let me look at you.
Brigitte: [after several moments she slowly slips off her garment and stands naked in front of them. When he doesn't react, she laughs] Say something.
Charles Brandon: Words aren't important.