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King Henry: Alright, Gentlemen! The Council is open!
Thomas Becket: Tonight you can do me the honor of christening my forks.
King Henry: Forks?
Thomas Becket: Yes, from Florence. New little invention. It's for pronging meat and carrying it to the mouth. Saves you from dirtying your fingers.
King Henry: But then you dirty for fork.
Thomas Becket: Yes, but it's washable.
King Henry: So are your fingers! I don't see the point!
Thomas Becket: Well, it hasn't any practically speaking, but it's refined, it's subtle, it's very.....un-Norman.
King Henry: Hahaha! You must order me some!
Thomas Becket: Honor is a concern of the living. One cannot very well be concerned with it once one's dead.
King Henry: You're too clever for me Thomas. But I know there's something not quite right about your reasoning.
Thomas Becket: Honor is a private matter within. It's an idea. Every man has his own version of it.
King Henry: How gracefully you tell your king to mind his own business.
King Henry: Well, Thomas Becket. Are you satisfied? Here I am....stripped...kneeling at your tomb. While those treacherous Saxon monks of yours are getting ready to thrash me. Me! With my delicate skin. I bet you'd never have done the same for me.
King Henry: We must come to an understanding about who rules this kingdom!!
King Henry: Have you any idea how much trouble I took to make you a noble?
Thomas Becket: I think so. I recall you pointed a finger and said, "Thomas Becket, you are noble." The queen and your mother were very agitated.
King Henry: Hahahaha!
Thomas Becket: When you Normans invaded England, you seized our Saxon land, burned our Saxon homes...raped our Saxon sisters. Naturally...you hate Saxons!