Sea Captain:
This pass is for one person.
D'Artagnan:
I am only one person. He is a servant.
Treville:
[
Bonancieux has been arrested] We will hold you in the Bastille until the Cardinal decides what will become of you.
M. Bonancieux:
And afterwards?
Treville:
[
Ruefully shakes his head] In the Bastille there is no afterwards.
Planchet:
Who is the man who accuses you?
M. Bonancieux:
[
Pointing at Rochefort] Him! That is the man!
Rochefort:
Take him away.
M. Bonancieux:
That's not the man! It was another man entirely!
Treville:
[
to Bonancieux] Come along, then.
D'Artagnan:
Well, if I am to die on my first day in Paris; at least it will be at the hands of a Musketeer.
[
the Musketeers have unwittingly rescued the Duke of Buckingham from Richilieu's men]
Duke of Buckingham:
Thank you for your assistance, gentlemen.
[
exits]
Porthos:
Who was that fellow we saved?
Athos:
I don't know; but he sounded a bit foreign, did he not?
[
D'Artagnan is trying to seduce Constance]
Constance:
I must go to bed now.
D'Artagnan:
Bed? That's the best place for you, bed.
Rochefort:
[
commenting on D'Artagnan's horse] Decidedly it is someone riding a buttercup. Unless it is a cheese with legs.
Aramis:
Discretion is the better part of vanity.
Porthos:
I don't understand. I know the one about valor, though I don't agree. I can't be discreet about how valiant I am, shouldn't be asked.
Athos:
You will find, young man, that the future looks rosiest through the bottom of a glass.
Rochefort:
If you were a gentleman, I would speak to you. I was speaking *at* you, sir.
Treville:
Your father says that you carry his old sword, M. D'Artagnan.
D'Artagnan:
Yes.
Treville:
[
Clears his throat and extends his hand. D'Artagnan produces the sword, which has been broken off quite short] Oh. Do me the honor of taking one on loan until yours grows longer.
D'Artagnan:
Sir, I ask charity of no one.
Treville:
Then you aren't likely to get it, are you, young man?
[
Softens tone]
Treville:
No, not charity. Love and courtesy for the son of an old friend, to keep his enemies an inch or two further off.
Athos:
I fight just as well with my left hand. If you find that this places you at a disadvantage, I do apologize.
Porthos:
[
to Athos, who is about to duel D'Artagnan] Are you fighting this, er, fellow? But I'm meeting him meself.
D'Artagnan:
But not till one o'clock, sir.
Aramis:
Oh, no no no. I'm to fight him this afternoon.
D'Artagnan:
At two o'clock, sir.
Athos:
How long have you been in Paris?
D'Artagnan:
Since eight o'clock this morning.
Athos:
You waste little time, sir.
D'Artagnan:
My father recommended that I fight duels.
Athos:
[
Laughs] Well! Let us hope you can do him some credit, hm?
Captain of Cardinal's Guard:
We have a duty to suppress disorder and arrest brawlers. Put up your swords and come along with us.
Athos:
Impossible.
Porthos:
Unthinkable.
Aramis:
Unlikely.
Rochefort:
I failed. One does occasionally.
Cardinal Richelieu:
If I blundered as you do, my head would fall.
Rochefort:
I would say from a greater height than mine, Eminence.
Cardinal Richelieu:
You would?
Rochefort:
The height of vaulting ambition.
Cardinal Richelieu:
You have none?
Rochefort:
No.
Cardinal Richelieu:
Do you fear me, Rochefort?
Rochefort:
Yes, I fear you, Eminence. I also hate you.
Cardinal Richelieu:
I love you, my son. Even when you fail.
M. Bonancieux:
The Bastille! Well, I tell you, I don't want to go to the Bastille! Because it's got very deep dungeons and terrible instruments of torture operated by very unsympathetic men! And they snip very important parts off people!
D'Artagnan:
Now, that man in his time has insulted me, broken my father's sword, had me clubbed to the ground, laid violent hands on the woman I love! He is inconvenient.
Duke of Buckingham:
How can I ever repay you?
D'Artagnan:
My Lord, let us understand one another. You are an Englishman and an enemy of France. You owe me no debt. What I have done, I've done for the Queen.
D'Artagnan:
Your Grace's pardon, I had forgotten: England is an island. How do I get off?
Lady de Winter:
Your Eminence is a great player - great enough to lose. I do not like to lose.
Cardinal Richelieu:
You must suit yourself, Milady. But if in the end you should, do it with a becoming grace.
Duke of Buckingham:
Come, sirs, we must bustle!
[
he strides off with the two exhausted Frenchmen trailing behind him]
D'Artagnan:
Come Planchet, we must... bustle.
Planchet:
[
bitterly] Oh good. I like bustling.
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