Lionheart! What the hell do you want here? This. My just reward. The whole world knows it...

Peregrine Devlin: Lionheart! What the hell do you want here? Edward Lionheart: [picking up the best actor award] This. My just reward. The whole world knows it is mine by right. But you deliberately withheld it from me. You deliberately humiliated me in front of the press, my public and my peers. It was the culmination of your determined denial of my genius! Peregrine Devlin: We denied you nothing... Edward Lionheart: For thirty years, the public has acknowledged that I was the master. And that, this year, my season of Shakespeare was the shining jewel in the crown of the immortal Bard. Meredith Merridew: [sotto voce, to Chloe Moon] Quite insane! Miss Chloe Moon: [sotto voce, to Meredith Merridew] He must be drunk. Edward Lionheart: But you, with your overweening malice, give the award to a twitching, mumbling boy who can barely grunt his way through an incomprehensible performance! No. No! It is mine!