- Jack Hodges: He jolly well pissed me off. "Fallen." That's a nice word for a nasty, dirty, painful business.
- King: I wonder if those people quite realize what a demanding new world they're waking up to. Lillibet's world.
- Margaret: Does she think I'm going to end up on the front page of the "Daily Mirror" in the arms of a drunken sailor or something?
- Jack Hodges: Look at the poor sods. Still carrying on and keeping calm. Still making the best of it. That's the spirit.
- Elizabeth: Dance.
- Jack Hodges: Can't dance.
- Elizabeth: For goodness' sake, make an effort.
- [Jack moves her in closer]
- Elizabeth: Not that much effort.
- Margaret: I thought, Trafalgar Square for a splash in the fountains, then the Curzon, going on to that wizard all-nighter at Chelsea Barracks.
- Elizabeth: What if the real me wants not to be her? That princess. What if she wants something else?
- Elizabeth: I owe him some money.
- King: How much?
- Jack Hodges: Seven pounds, eleven and fourpence, please.
- King: Well, we - don't keep much here, but I'll, er, have a whip-round amongst the footmen.
- Margaret: You didn't ask properly! You can't have done. Lillibet! We'll be walled up in this ghastly mausoleum for the rest of our blooming lives. I'm completely cheesed.
- Lieutenant Pryce: Princess Elizabeth, thank God we found you, ma'am. They'll be going doo-lally at the palace.
- Stan: Not seen you in here before. Bit high class for us, ain't you, darling? Who are you, then?
- Margaret: I'm P2.
- Stan: P what?
- Margaret: Princess number two, silly. Margaret.
- Stan: Bloody hell. P2 in my knocking shop. Wonderful.
- Margaret: Bit of a snooze, actually. Nobody takes any notice of me at all.
- Debbie: How's it all gone for you, ducks?
- Margaret: My feet have barely touched the ground.
- Annie: Knee tremblers all the way, these busy nights.
- Margaret: First it was the conga at the Ritz.
- Annie: I get you.
- Margaret: Then the bus with this naval officer.
- Annie: The bus?
- Margaret: Between the Ritz and Trafalgar Square.
- Debbie: He had his money's worth.
- Margaret: But now I'm rather late. Mother will be so cross.
- Annie: She's got high expectations, that mother of yours.
- Margaret: Oh, yes.
- Jack Hodges: All right, it's only Soho, criminal heart of the capital. Home of razor gangs and opium dens and Murder, Incorporated.
- Joan Hodges: These boys went into the Air Force with such idealism. Where'd it all go, I wonder? At least he's safe, though. Thank the Lord. He's safe, isn't he?
- Elizabeth: It's not just any old night, is it? It's VE night. All sorts of unusual things are happening.
- Elizabeth: I've never so much as made a cup of blooming tea for myself. Never been out on my own. Not once, not properly. Even in the ATS, I had to sit between chaperones and come home for dinner while the rest of them ate compo rations. But tonight nobody gave a damn who I was. And if it wasn't for Margaret running off, I never would have had the opportunity to be just - ordinary. On the most extraordinary night of my life.