People who know me well, call me Elizabeth. I dislike Liz.

I've never been scared of the dark, but I'm still terrified of what's in it.

I feel like the queen of the oven! I am the Queen of all oven-dry! Master of heat! You may now address me as "Your Royal Highness"!

Cleopatra: You come before me as a suppliant.

Antony: If you choose to regard me as such.

Cleopatra: You will therefore assume the position of a suppliant before this throne. You will kneel.

Antony: I will *what*?

Cleopatra: On-your-knees!

Antony: You dare ask the Proconsul of the Roman Empire?

Cleopatra: I *asked* it of Julius Caesar. I *demand* it of you

There's only one Elizabeth like me and that's the Queen.

Thank you, Elizabeth, ... Or as we call her, Biff.