The White Queen, episode 10

Posted: August 21, 2013 in Trivialities, rants & other ephemera

Elizabeth: I’ve gone home. I expect I shall get lots of visitors!
Margaret Beaufort: My son. Rightful throne.
Stanley: Ever thought you might be wrong?
Margaret Beaufort: Me?
Stanley: I don’t think God likes you anymore.
Anne: My son is sick!
Richard: Stop fussing, woman! Henry Tudor is to marry Princess Lizzie. That means I’ll have to move quickly to satisfy my metaphorical sword-drawing lust while pretending to my wife that nothing’s going on. Hang on, wait… My brother’s daughter? Oh, God! Really?
Anne: Best not to think about it too much. I mean, I’m turning into an insufferable middle class snob. No wonder I never get invited to parties.
Prince Teddy: Bleurgh!
Anne: Just give me a moment to be a passive-aggressive bitch to the Witch Queen’s daughters and I’ll be right with you. Lizzie, Cecily. I’m Queen and you’re not. Kindly suck on that, please.
Richard: *looms ominously*
Lizzie: Do me now! Right now! On the floor, if you like.
Anne: *creeps ominously*
Lizzie: *dances suggestively*
Margaret Beaufort: I’ve got a table covered with fruit and no bugger to throw it at. Ah, Stanley! There you are!
Stanley: The King wants to bonk Princess Lizzie. And she wants to bonk him.
Margaret Beaufort: He’s her uncle. No, bear with me, this is going to be worth it. I know there was a contemporary rumour which was publicly denied. And that letter Buck claims to have seen, the one where Lizzie says she hopes the Queen dies quickly so she can marry Richard? And then there’s the whole no smoke/fire thing. But, what the hey! I mean, we’ve done the Witchy Wydeville thing and I’m celibate years before the fact and… Oh, God, I’ll need a week to go through the list…
Stanley: Margaret?
Margaret Beaufort: Sorry. You were saying?
Stanley: Just a spot of foreshadowing. Barren Queen, weak son, pretty niece… You join the dots.
Margaret Beaufort: I think I’ll just say whore a couple of times and storm out.
Anne: We’re cursed for accidentally killing the Princes!
Richard: Now, take your clothes off so I can lie to you about me and Lizzie.
Anne: We must rush to our dying son’s bedside. Richard, put down that illegitimate whore and come with me. No need to hurry, I’m running in slo-mo.
Richard: I shall shout helplessly!
Anne: And I’ll get hysterical. No, I’m sorry, that’s it. I’ve had enough. I feel a bit of a rant coming on.

Queen Anne’s rant

I’ve put up with a lot, I really have. My mother turned into a coldhearted bitch. Rape at the hands of my first husband. The ‘Kingmaker’ thing… But this is it! There are two mothers in this who weren’t with their sons when they died, me and Elizabeth Wydeville. Now, I guess it was hard to have her there by her boys’ bedsides when they met whatever fate they met at whoever’s hands, but why me? Do you know where my son was when he died? Do you know where I was? Go to google maps. Type in ‘Sheriff Hutton to Nottingham’ and you’ll see we were a hundred miles apart. That’s four or five days away. And, see, that’s what makes the whole thing even sadder. Richard and I loved our son. And we weren’t there when he died! We didn’t even know he was ill till the news came. So, whoever it was decided they could make my life somehow better, more dramatic. Sadder. Who the hell do you think you are! My life was what it was. I’m not some stock fairytale character for you to manipulate. I was a real person, you know! And what do you think I wouldn’t have given to see my son one last time before he died? Hmmm?

Richard: Feeling better?
Anne: Yes, sorry. That just had to be said.
Lizzie: Let me comfort you, Uncle Dickon.
Anne: I think I’ll take to my bed for a bit.
Elizabeth: Dear Lizzie, this is all getting so confusing, what with the firstborn son thing and the high child mortality rate in the 15th century. Why, just today our blacksmith’s oldest son died and now I’m convinced he murdered your brothers! Maybe we should hold off on the curses for a while. See how things go.
Lizzie: I love you, Uncle Dickon. Let’s bonk!
Elizabeth: What’s going on, Lizzie?
Lizzie: Oh, Uncle Dickon is so dreamy! Dying Queen, dead son. All that. I’m going to be Queen!
Margaret Beaufort: Conspire, plot, incite, conspire.
Henry Tudor: I have a crap army!
Anne: I’m the Kingmaker’s daughter… Oh, God! Here we go again. Are you serious? The man who came up with that name hasn’t been born yet. Hell, his great grandfather hasn’t been born yet! Excuse me while I cough up blood and pray for death. Papa? Izzie? I’ll be there soon and we can have a lovely bitch about all this over a nice cup of tea.
Stanley: Dear Margaet, let me explain what’s going on.
Richard: Let me explain it all to you, Anne.
Anne: I don’t want to die guilty! Sir Robert, did I kill the Princes?
Brackenbury: No.
Anne: That’s all right then. My job here is done. I can die in peace. Papa! Get. Me. Out. Of. Here. Oh, and tell Izzie to put the kettle on.
Lizzie: Mummy! The sun’s going away! Did you do that?
Margaret Beaufort: It’s a sign! Let me explain…
Richard: Anne, come and see what’s happening to the sun. It’s really cool!
Anne: I’m dying, ffs! I can see Izzie. I hope she’s made scones.
Richard: It’s all gone tits up!
Margaret Beaufort: Princess Lizzie’s here. Brilliant! I can practice being the mother-in-law from Hell.
Cecily: Mummy, now that Henry Tudor’s on his way and going to marry Lizzie… You remember that curse?
Lizzie: Lady Margaret?
Margaret Beaufort: *bitch slap*
Henry Tudor: I’ve going to be King of this handful of sand I’ve just picked up.
Jasper: Still Welsh. Slightly less sexy now I have this godawful beard.
Margaret Beaufort: You chosen sides yet, Stanley?
Stanley: Not sure yet. I’ll let you know.
Richard: How many men has Henry Tudor got?
Brackenbury: Half what you have. So… Fourteen?
Lizzie: If I lean like this when I pray, you’ll get a nice shot of my cleavage. Lady Margaret, is Richard coming?
Margaret Beaufort: *bitch slap*
Lizzie: Richard loves me!
Margaret Beaufort: *double bitch slap*
Lizzie: You killed my brothers!
Margaret Beaufort: *total bitch slap*
Lizzie: I’m going to be Queen! Hah!
Margaret Beaufort: I need to sharpen my bitch slap.
Lord Strange: Grovel, cower, plead, grovel.
Richard: I’ll chop off your head if your father doesn’t fight for me.
Strange: Ok. Sounds good.
Henry Tudor: How long can we drag out this will Stanley/won’t Stanley thing?
Jasper: Let’s see, there’s about twenty minutes to go, so…
Henry Tudor: Dear Mummy, I might wet my pants.
Margaret Beaufort: I’ll sort it out. First I have to find Stanley and tell him my son is more important than his.
Stanley: Got that, thanks. Now please go away.
Margaret Beaufort: Oh, God! It’s Jasper!
Jasper: Welsh…
Margaret Beaufort: And sexy. Damn that vow of chastity! Can you excuse me while I have a psychotic episode?
Jasper: Go right ahead.
Stanley: Maybe she’s right. Maybe her son is more important than mine.
Margaret Beaufort: Henry, you didn’t hear me stay that stuff about you dying in a field, did you?
Henry Tudor: No, Mum.
Margaret Beaufort: Good. Coz you’re not, right?
Henry Tudor: No, Mum. Did you bring God?
Margaret Beaufort; Yes, son. Yes, I did.
Jasper: I shall go and tell our fourteen men where to stand.
Richard: Why don’t I have a proper suit of armour?
Brackenbury: Doesn’t matter. We’re going to kick their arses!
Richard: Stanley?
Brackenbury: Says he’ll be here.
Richard: Why is it snowing in August?
Jasper: Let’s creep through this forest and surprise them.
Henry Tudor: Yeah! We could jump out and shout ‘Surprise!’ and everything.
Jasper: You’re not much into this battle thing, are you?
Richard: Let’s do this thing!
Elizabeth: My secretly-sent-to-Flanders son has come home!
Prince Richard: Yeah, about that, Mum. How am I supposed to be Perkin if I’m here with you?
Elizabeth: I wouldn’t worry about that. I’m sure they’ll come up with a suitably ridiculous Perkin plot if the BBC goes ahead with the sequel.
Prince Richard: Can you ask them not to?
Elizabeth: Out of my hands, sorry.
Prince Richard: I’m going to ask you a question about my brother, Prince Edward, in case you’ve forgotten either his name or his royal title. Then I’m going to swear vengeance!
Elizabeth: Shush, dear, while Mummy voiceovers this lame battle.
Lord Strange: So, you going to kill me, then?
Richard: We’re kicking arse!
Jasper: Henry! Run away!
Henry Tudor: Stanley!
Stanley: Go the Tudors!
Richard: Shit… Urk.
Lizzie: I got a bad feeling.
William Stanley: I’ve found the crown.
Henry Tudor: Thanks. I’ve been King since yesterday, just so’s you know.
Margaret Beaufort: I’d high five you, God, only I don’t have the strength. Oh, and Stanley… *bitch slap*
Lizzie: Henry Tudor’s going to rape me now, isn’t he? Coz that’s what unsympathetic husbands do round these parts.
Elizabeth: Look on the bright side, dear. You’re going to be Queen. That’s a pretty cool job!

  1. chris y says:


  2. 1karla says:


  3. Edith says:

    “Henry Tudor: Thanks. I’ve been King since yesterday, just so’s you know.”

    Brilliant, lol!

    Going to miss TWQ for the mock fest alone. Hopefully there will be a followup with TWP, where the heroic warrior king Henry VII makes his mark. /

  4. Liz says:

    I don’t need/want to watch the real thing now! Thanks for pushing on for our sake’s, though!

  5. anevillfeast says:

    Esther, TWP would have required research on my part. I’m not ready for post 1460 yet, let alone 1485! Glad you’ve enjoyed it, though.

  6. Cheryl Elliot says:

    Love this part:

    Richard: *looms ominously*
    Lizzie: Do me now! Right now! On the floor, if you like.
    Anne: *creeps ominously*
    Lizzie: *dances suggestively*

  7. cat says:

    Thank you again – now I don’t have to watch the last episode. Just a pity I watched the rest of it. Still then I would have missed all the silliness and never discovered your wonderousness.

  8. Denise (former carer, still caring about carers) says:

    I’ve been lurking around this blog since it came up via a google search I did a few weeks ago in connection with some background reading I wanted to do around the subject matter of TWQ, and I have eagerly waited each update since then. I thnk my favourites were your rhyming “miscontrued her” with “Tudor” following Ep.9, and the above line spoken by Lady Margaret: “I’ve got a table covered with fruit and no bugger to throw it at” – priceless! Well done and thanks for all the laughs.

  9. White Boar says:

    Have loved all your well observed comedic versions of each episode and looked forward to each one. Was hoping you’d ridicule the Battle of Bosworth Field relocating to a forest (looking uncannily like the same set used for the Battle of Barnet).

  10. Alice says:

    Your posts on TWQ are the best! I’m sad there won’t be a second series partly because of these!

  11. AnitatheHun says:

    Thanks for this wonderful satire–maybe if I see a bit of TWQ someday this will be my guide. And I especially liked Queen Anne’s rant–“Who the hell do you think you are…” to presume to try to make my life sadder, etc.? My feelings exactly about this travesty of historical fiction.

  12. Reblogged this on AntiWhiteQueen and commented:
    This blog has the most hysterical “scripts” for the episodes of “White Queen.” Enjoy, and then check out the other ones they have done.

  13. Loved Anne’s rant – something along the lines of what I thinking watching this last night. If they are not going to continue with the White Princess that’s good. It has got too ridiculous for words – although you managed to find ways to bring out the flaws and make it funny.

    • anevillfeast says:

      Gillian, I heard Starz will be doing TWP in the US without the BBC, but that might just be a rumour. I’d have to do a lot of research to do it justice, and I’m not quite ready for Mr & Mrs First Tudor – by a factor of some thirty years!

  14. Thanks for reminding us that this Great Historical Novelist, Ms. Gregory, has apparently never heard of Richard’s negotiating with the Portugese to set up a double wedding, where Lizzie wed Manuel and Dickon weds Joanna. (Then again, the allegedly respectable writer Alison Weir apparently never heard of that either, and she wrote a book last year that purported to be a non-fictional account of the life of Elizabeth of York that yet still recounted as fact the myth that Richard wanted to marry his niece.)

    • anevillfeast says:

      Thanks, Phoenix Woman. Glad you enjoyed it!

    • Dawn Likha says:

      Alison Weir actually mentioned a few times the fact that Richard was negotiating with the Portuguese royal family for a double marriage thing with Richard marrying Princess Joanna and Elizabeth marrying Duke Manuel of Beja, but it’s not discussed as much as the ‘possibility’ that Richard wished to marry Elizabeth.

  15. Dawn Likha says:

    Well, even though I enjoyed the series overall and definitely more than Reign, let me say that your post was really hilarious to me! xD Though when you mentioned the last part about Henry Tudor going to rape Elizabeth in the next series if there is ever one, I just shuddered because it really is true that in the book he constantly rapes and abuses her and appears to have an affair with Catherine Gordon, publicly flaunting her, and in an icky way Elizabeth still grows to ‘love’ him even though she seems to consider Richard her true love! Historically, these two appear to have had a happy enough and affectionate marriage, and Philippa Gregory all but ignored the evidence and simply wrote their relationship the way she herself wanted to see their relationship because she is quite biased against Henry VII and affixing the crime of rape to him would be great in further slandering him! >_<

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