Lord Robert: When you are Queen...
Elizabeth: I am not...
[whispering]
Elizabeth: I am not Queen yet!
Lord Robert: You will be. Elizabeth, Queen of England. A court to worship you, a country to obey you, poems written celebrating your beauty, music composed in your honor, and they will mean nothing to you. I will mean nothing to you.
Elizabeth: [laughs gaily] How could you ever be nothing to me? Robert, you know you are everything to me.