Louis XIV

At least I crossed water for a purpose. You crossed it to make curtains out of tax money.

I’m just saying the man loved a ceremony because conversation was never his strongest suit.

Jealousy is so common when you’re born with the better nickname and die with the better palace.

That’s called scale, darling. Some of us think small and call it virtue.

Taste is one word for a palace so big you needed a map and a prayer to get to dinner.

History remembers me. It mostly remembers you two as background noise with opinions.

At least I had one. You wore heels, pearls, and an ego so large it needed its own room.

I’m just saying, if the treasury had a feelings chart, it would file a complaint every Tuesday.

Treasury talk from the man who believed counting money was a personality.

A brand? You mean the one where everyone had to watch you get dressed like it was religion.

The Sun King really said let them wait and expected gratitude.

And yet history keeps replying to me, so clearly the strategy worked.

Brother, your whole brand is making everybody stand around while you pretend that’s leadership.

You call it taste, I call it a budget I had to survive in.

It was called discipline, Philippe. You should try it sometime instead of whatever this is.