...My grandfather""s work was doo-doo! I am not interested in death! The only thing that concerns me is the preservation oflife!To emphasize his point, Frankenstein had grabbed a scalpel instrument from his tray and emphatically jabbed it downwards - directly into his right thigh.[The year is 1946.] A Plymouth is parked outside a cabin [belonging o a golf pro engaged in an affair with an adulterous wife].Chancellor: Europe is an armed camp, your Majesty, not utopia peopled with shepherds.Christina: But Chancellor...(She looks out the window) Snow again, eternal snow.Chancellor: Your Majesty, it is for Sweden.It is your duty.Christina: Why is it my duty? My days and nights are given up to he service of the state.I""m so cramped with duty that to be able o read a book, I have to rise in the middle of the night.I serve he people with all my thoughts, with all my energy, with all my dreams, waking and sleeping.I do not wish to marry and you cannot force me.Chancellor: You must give Sweden an heir.Christina: Not by Charles, Chancellor.Chancellor: You are Sweden""s Queen.You are your father""s daughter.Christina: (in a stylized pose with her face looking heavenward, in a closeup) Must we live for the dead?Chancellor: For the great dead, yes your Majesty.Haze...yes, he""s passed on.But, uh, when we were on our honeymoon abroad, I-I knew that I""d never felt married until I""d had myself addressed as seniora (she clicks her fingers above her head).