Don't look in the mirror. She'll suck the soul right out ya.

Scullery Maid

Drew the short straw, did you?

Catherine

Catherine: What's your name?
Rahima: They call me It.
Catherine: Do they? That's not very nice.
Rahima: No, they're not actually, very nice, that is.

My first taste of the power of presentation made a lasting impression.

Catherine

Catherine: What if I don't want to be married?
Pope Clement: [chuckles] I'll make this abundantly clear to you. Our armies are beaten; our soldiers who didn't have the foresight to get themselves killed in the field of battle are all starving; the people blame the Medicis, which makes you the offspring of the most despised family in Europe. And without the protection of France, we will both find ourselves hanging by our feet in the Campo de' Fiori before very long. In short, it doesn't matter what you want. Hmm? You understand?

Atelier: Your Grace. To what do I owe the honor of my visit?
Pope Clement: My niece is to be married to the youngest son of the King of France, and you will make her the most beautiful bride the world has ever seen.
Atelier: I'm not a magician.
Pope Clement: Then I suggest you become one. You will be accompanying my niece to France as her personal atelier.

You should know that France is a shithole. But if you play your cards right, you could be a princess in that shithole, which, on balance, beats being a commoner here any day.

Pope Clement

I would always believe that one day, my love would be requited. Nobody can tell me it wasn't.

Catherine [to the camera]