Knight's Tale, A

Knight's Tale, A quotes

73 total quotes (ID: 323)

Geoffrey Chaucer
Multiple Characters
Wat Falhurst
William Thatcher


Adhemar: In what world could you have ever beaten me?
William: (Leaning in) Let's dance, you and I.


Uh, betray us, and I will fong you, until your insides are out, your outsides are in, your entrails will become your extrails I will w-rip... all the p... ugh. Pain, lots of pain.

William: Oi sir, what are you doing?
Chaucer: Uh... trudging. You know, trudging? [pause] To trudge: the slow, weary, depressing yet determined walk of a man who has nothing left in life except the impulse to simply soldier on.
William: Uhhh... were you robbed?
Chaucer: [laughs] Funny really, yes, but at the same time a huge resounding no. It's more of an... involuntary vow of poverty... really.

William: Oh, this is a disaster.
Roland: [staring at the tent material] Nah, I think it'll tunic up quite nicely, give me your dagger Wat.

William: Wat, you remember church as a boy, the fear, the passion! That what she makes me feel. And for that I say my rosary to Jocelyn and no one else.
Wat: William, that's blasphemous.

How did the nobles become noble in the first place? They took it at the tip of a sword. I'll do it with a lance.

Well then a fox you shall be until I find your name, my foxy lady.

[In a letter to Jocelyn] It is strange to think, I haven't seen you since a month. I have seen the new moon, but not you. I have seen sunsets and sunrises, but nothing of your beautiful face. The pieces of my broken heart are so small that they can be passed through the eye of a needle. I miss you like the sun misses the flower; like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct its light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to. I next compete in the city of Paris, I will find it empty and in the winter if you are not there. Hope guides me, it is what gets me through the day and especially the night. The hope that after you're gone from my sight, it will not be the last time that I look upon you.

Love has given me wings so I must fly.

If I could ask God one thing, it would be to stop the moon. Stop the moon and make this night and your beauty last forever.

[in a letter] I miss you like the sun misses the flower. Like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct it's light to the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to.

All right, I'm about this fonging close mate! I swear to God, Quasimodo! I oughta...

We're the sons of peasants. Glory, and riches, and stars are beyond our grasps. But a full stomach, that dream can come true!

We're English, Geoff! We know who he is!

"Lilium inter spenius" [spits] The lily among the thorns.