Life is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes. You must look into that storm and shout as you did in Rome. Do your worst, for I will do mine! Then the fates will know you as we know you: as Albert Mondego, the man!

I'm a Count not a saint.

Because you are the son of a clerk! And I am not supposed to want to be you.

Only a man who has felt ultimate despair is capable of feeling ultimate bliss.

It's complicated

Why? In God's name, why?

Edmond: Monsiour, I know you must hear this a great deal, but I assure you, I am innocent. Everyone must say that, I know but I truly am.
Warden: Innocent?
Edmond: Yes.
Warden: I know, I really do know.
Edmond: You mock me?
Warden: No, my dear Dantes, I know perfectly well that you are innocent. Why else would you be here? If you were truly guilty there are a hundred prisons in France where they would lock you away. But, Chateau d'if is where they put the ones they're ashamed of.

We are all kings or pawns.

Edmond: There are two thousand, three hundred and twenty-two blocks in my walls. I have counted them many times.
Abbe Faria: Ahh! [laughs] But have you named them yet?

If you ever loved me, don't rob me of my hate. It's all I have.

I swore to protect you, and it mean to protect from yourself.

Once again, Zatarra, God sees you out of the corner of His eye.

Take your vengeance. But know that the blood you spill is noble. Blood that will never run through your veins. You are no more a count than I am a commoner!

Why not just kill them? I'll do it! I'll run up to Paris - bam, bam, bam, bam. I'm back before week's end. We spend the treasure. How is this a bad plan?

How did I escape? With difficulty. How did I plan this moment? With pleasure.