life in frames

Poor thing. He's tired of the noise, just like me, so he came to me.

Michael: There is no perfection in this world, not even under the crown. Your Highness, you are a walking contradiction. On the one hand — kindness and intelligence, on the other — treachery, thirst for revenge and such pride that it touches the ceiling.

Cornelia: Have you decided to make a list of my sins, Michael? Let's say. And what is the moral of this fable?

Michael: Morality? And... damn, I was trying so hard to find beautiful words about not being perfect that I forgot what I was getting at. It slipped my mind.