Lionel: I can't believe I'm walking on Chaucer and Handel and Dickens. Everything alright? Let's get cracking.
Bertie: I'm not here to rehearse, "Doctor" Logue.
Lionel: Call me Lionel
Bertie: True, you never…
Lionel: called yourself 'Doctor'.I did that for you.
Bertie: No training, no diploma, no.. qualifications. Just a great deal of nerve.
Lionel: The star chamber inquisition, is it?
Bertie: You asked for trust and.. total equality.
Lionel: Bertie, I heard you at Wembley, I was there. My son Laurie said “Do you think you could help that poor man?”
Bertie: What, as a failed actor!?
Lionel: It's true, I'm not a doctor, and yes I acted a bit, I recited in pubs and taught elocution in schools. When the Great War came, our soldiers were pouring back from the front, shell-shocked and unable to speak and somebody said,"Lionel, you're very good at all this speech stuff. Do you think you could possibly help these poor buggers”. I did muscle therapy, exercise, relaxation, but I knew I had to go deeper. Those poor young blokes had cried out in fear, and no-one was listening to them. My job was to give them faith in their voice and let them know that a friend was listening. That must ring a few bells with you, Bertie.
Bertie: You give a very noble account of yourself.
Lionel: Make inquiries. It's all true.
Bertie: Inquiries have been made! You have no idea who I have breathing down my neck. I vouched for you and you have no…credentials.
Lionel: But lots of success! I can't show you a certificate there was no training then. All I know I know by experience, and that war was some experience. May plaque says, ‘L.Logue, Speech Defects'. No Dr., no letters after my name. Lock me in the Tower.
Bertie: I would if I could!
Lionel: On what charge?
Bertie: Fraud! With war looming, you've saddle this nation with a voiceless King. You destroyed the happiness of my family... all for the sake of ensnaring a star patient you couldn't possibly hope to assist! It'll be like mad …King George the Third, there'll be…Mad King George the Stammerer, who let his people down so badly in their hour of need! What're you doing? Get up! You can't sit there! Get up!
Lionel: Why not? It's a chair.
Bertie: No, it's not, that is… Saint Edward's Chair-
Lionel: People have carved their name into it!
Bertie: That chair is the seat on which every King and Queen.
Lionel: It's held in place by a large rock!
Bertie: That is the Stone of Scone, you are trivialising everything.
Lionel: I don't care. I don't care how many Royal arses have sat in this chair-
Bertie: Listen to me... ! Listen to me... ! Listen to me... !
Lionel: Listen to you?! By what right?
Bertie: My divine right, if you must! I'm your King!!!
Lionel: Noooo you're not! Told me so yourself. Said you didn't want it. Why should I waste my time listening to you?
Bertie: Because I have a right to be heard! I HAVE A VOICE!!!
Lionel: Yes you do. You have such perseverance, Bertie, you're the bravest man I know. You'll make a bloody good king.