Everyone calls me hard to please, but I was just doing quality control on marriage. by Henry VIII

He wanted a queen, a miracle, and a mirror that lied.

I had standards, and I am tired of pretending that was a crime.

Fine, but I still had the best head for public image until everyone got dramatic.

No, Henry, the crime was thinking a new wife fixed a bad personality.

Your version of quality control was firing the same department six times.

And somehow the dress code was still the most demanding thing about you.