- Catherine: Shit! We cannot carry him out there, murdered! We just can't!
- Archbishop: We'll drop him from a window. He'll land, someone will find him and think it random.
- Orlo: We don't need your help. You are not a part of this.
- Archbishop: Of course. I shall stay clear of the seamless working of this new machinery of government.
- Archbishop: May I apologise Orlo for your injury? Although you were trying to kill me. Point is, your poisoness intent and murderous actions still do not reach my fondness for you. As I know, Russia was in your heart.
- Orlo: I wish a knife was in your heart.