Warwick and George plan to restore Henry to the throne, and when they are defeated, Edward will be forced to execute his own brother.
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Lisa McGee
Lisa McGee is an Irish stage and screen writer. She was born in Derry, Northern Ireland, and studied Drama at The Queen's University of Belfast. She was writer on attachment with the Royal National Theatre in London in 2006. Her plays include Jump, The Heights, Nineteen Ninety Two, and Girls and Dolls, for which she won the Stewart Parker Trust New Playwright Bursary 2007. McGee's television credits include The Things I Haven't Told You for BBC 3, the Irish television series Raw which she created for RTÉ, time as a writer for three series of the BAFTA-nominated Being Human for the BBC, the Channel 4 sitcom London Irish, which she created, writing for the Golden Globe-nominated drama series The White Queen for BBC 1, and Indian Summers for Channel 4. Her stage play Jump has been adapted into a film. McGee wrote Derry Girls, a comedy series that began airing on Channel 4 in the UK in January 2018.She is married to the actor Tobias Bee
Duchess Cecily: You should understand. He was barely eleven years old when his father died at the She-Devil's hand. Have you any idea? Jacquetta: Indeed we do. I lost my own husband and my son in a similarly brutal and senseless manner. Duchess Cecily: Are we to measure our pain against each other?…
Sir William: Henry won't be leaving with you. Lady Margaret: What did you say? Sir William: He's been placed under my guardianship. Lady Margaret: On whose orders? Sir William: I've been instructed by the House of York. Lady Margaret: She ordered this. Sir William: Do you speak of the Queen. Lady…
Don't say 'knickers' in front of your father. He can't cope.
Erin: Teenagers have rights, ya know? Ma Mary: Don't be ridiculous. Erin: They do, Ma. It's true.
She's melting my head.
Well, I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm not enjoying this bomb.
I should be allowed to express my individuality.
Well, I'm not being individual on my own.
Our carriage awaits, motherfuckers.
You're a mouth. That's what you are.
Speak for yourself, sugar tits.
I love me wee fingers.
We both know you're gonna sit in the corner like a frigid fuck.
You've never even kissed a boy before. You practice on your pillow sometimes, but you don't think that's the same.
It wasn't bullying. It was attempted bullying.
Erin: You better not have brought my diary to school. Orla: I had to. I'm doing my book report on it.
What part of me not giving a flying fuck are you struggling with, exactly?
That's English for you. Fucking savages.
I am going to ram that so far up your arse.