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-Welcome aboard, sir. -Hello.

and is about to engage.

is British and French.

[phone ringing]

It's the Minister of State for Foreign Affairs, sir.

[glass rattles]

His private secretary.

The way those god-awful mustaches that run the palace continue to infantilize me.

To match my father and be Admiral of the Fleet, really is most satisfying.

-Because of your behavior. -Because you sent me away.

-That... shared language. -[students murmuring]

The man clearly needs to be put back in his place.

[Eileen] You know we will be separated for Christmas again.

You can do them here.

I think we both agree, it can't go on like this.

[clears throat] Late last night, President Nasser's men stormed the offices

-Thank you. -What for?

What, you don't know?

-to what we both imagined. -Understatement.

[knock on door]

Good to see you.

-What do you make of him? -I'm not sure I make anything of him.

If I am to go first, that's where I'd start.

-Hello, darling. -Don't stay up.

you didn't seem surprised.

You see before you the 16th Etonian Prime Minister.

Observe him carefully. Listen to him closely.

What will it take?

-No. -Or the United Nations?

than I hoped I would in a lifetime.

And I realized that when you really adore someone...

The humiliation could not have been more complete.

[Eden] If Britain's leaders aren't coming from Eton,