Count Axel de Fersen: I must let you go. Goodbye.
Marie: Good night. Or, if you wish good morning. I shall never say goodbye.

Dr. Benjamin Franklin: Why, this is barbarous! Must the queen's child be born in public?
Count de Mercey: Dr. Franklin, a French monarch belongs to the public. He must be born, he must live and he must die in public.

King Louis XVI: I am not going to run! What do you say, brother?
Comte de Provence: I say run and you'll loose your crown!
Comte d'Artois: And I say stay and you'll loose your head!

Marie: I think I've known you would come. You promised to, you know?
Count Axel de Fersen: If you needed me, I said.
Marie: Yes, you said that.
Count Axel de Fersen: And, I said I would ask you: "Was it well done?"
Marie: It was well done. My husband has needed me. I am thankful to not have failed him.
Count Axel de Fersen: I understand.
Marie: I even love him. But the love I have for him takes nothing away from my friend. Of all there was between us the night you went away nothing has changed. For me, nothing has changed or ever will. Forgive me for telling you this without asking you if you had the right to hear it.
Count Axel de Fersen: I have the right. We knew each other for only a few hours and have been parted for long years, but the memory of you has always, will always, stand in the path of any living woman. Goodnight, madame.

Marie: Perhaps the great loves come with tears.

Count Axel de Fersen: When I'm gone you'll be glad that I didn't stand in the path of your destiny making you less than you were meant to be.
Marie: And that other kingdom? The love, the youth, the happiness we might have had... what of that?
Count Axel de Fersen: We shall dream of it more tenderly because we didn't destroy it.

Duke d'Orléans: Paris is waiting for you... lights, music, dancing, the opera. A new world is waiting for you! Conquer Paris and you'll conquer Madame Du Barry.

Mme. du Barry: I presume I shall not have the honor of meeting his Royal Highness?
Marie: My husband does not care for dancing, madame.
Mme. du Barry: Quite the family man, isn't he? The fireside, the nursing room and all that? To the duc Orleans: Well, here is my old friend and how well he takes the husband's place!
Marie: I'm sorry you feel your triumph incomplete, madame. My husband has better sense than I. He knows where to draw the line.
King Louis XV: (to du Barry) Will you dance, Madame?
Mme. du Barry: (ignoring the King's request) So that's it? I'm dirt, ah? Not good enough for your high and mightiness?
Marie: But, nooo, madame! Royalty loves an occasional roll in the gutter, don't they Grand-pappa?

Marie: Do you think one-hundred years hence some Swedish gentleman wandering in Paris might smile over a relic of Marie Antoinette? A miniature perhaps, or a ring? This very ring, for instance.
Marie: It's centuries old. It has an inscription on it --- "Everything leads me to thee."
[She places the ring in his hand]
Marie: Can you see it? Lying on a velvet cushion in its little glass case?
Count Axel de Fersen: I don't know... you might make a present of it, perhaps, to some man who had loved you and it would be worn on his hand for as long as he lived and buried with him when he died because he loved you reverently and as was fitting from a respectable distance but with all his heart for all this life.

Marie: Shall I never see you again?
Count Axel de Fersen: If you need me I shall come to you.
Marie: (through tears) I shall always need you.
Count Axel de Fersen: And if I should ask you, "Was it well done?", you'll tell me, "It was well done."