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Knight's Tale, A

Knight's Tale, A quotes

73 total quotes

Geoffrey Chaucer
Multiple Characters
Wat Falhurst
William Thatcher




View Quote Roland: God love you, William. So do I.
View Quote Roland: Well, Master Nude, having failed the test, have you any more to say?
View Quote Kate: [in a letter] With hope. Love should end with hope. My husband, God rest him, told me something I'll never forget. 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 I look upon you.
View Quote Jocelyn: I love you. There is nothing else to do. Run and I will run with you.
View Quote Jocelyn: Do not shush me, and spare him. Be gone! Go!
View Quote William: Father, I am afraid, I won't know the way back home.
John Thatcher: Don't be foolish, William, you just follow your feet.
View Quote Chaucer: I'm a writer.
Wat: A what?
Chaucer: A wha- a what? A writer. I write, with ink and parchment. Geoffrey Chaucer's the name, writing's the game. You've read my book? the Book of the Duchess? No? Well, it was allegorical.
Roland: Well, we won't hold that against you, that's for every man to decide for himself.
View Quote Wat: What do you mean, dead?
Roland: The spark of his life is smothered in shite. His spirit is gone but his stench remains. Does that answer your question?
View Quote William: I've waited my whole life for this moment.
Wat: You've waited your whole life for Sir Ector to shite himself to death?
View Quote William: I'll ride in his place.
Roland: What's your name, William? I'm asking you, William Thatcher, to answer me with your name. It's not Sir William. It's not Count, or Duke or Earl William. It's certainly not King William.
William: I'm aware of that.
Roland: You have to be of noble birth to compete!
William: A detail. The landscape is food. Do you want to eat or don't you?
Roland: If the nobles find out who you are there'll be the devil to pay.
William: Then pray that they don't.
View Quote William: I'm Ulrich von Leichtenstein, from Gelderland, and these are my faithful squires. [gestures to Roland] Delves, of Dodgington, [gestures to Wat] and Falhurst, of Crew.
Chaucer: I'm Richard the Lionheart. Pleased to meet you. No, wait a minute, I'm Charlemagne. No, I'm Saint John the Baptist!
[William draws a dagger]
William: All right, hold your tongue sir, or lose it.
Chaucer: Now, you see, that I do believe...Sir Ulrich.
View Quote William: You were never robbed, were you?
Chaucer: Look, I have a gambling problem. I can't help myself. And these people will - quite literally - take off clothes of your back.
William: What are you expecting us to do about it?
Peter The Pardoner of Rouen: He assured us that you, his liege, would pay us.
William: And who are you?
Peter The Pardoner of Rouen: Peter, a humble pardoner and purveyor of religious relics.
William: How much does he owe you?
Simon The Summoner of Rouen: Ten gold florins.
Wat: You lanky git! :[attacks Chaucer]
William: Hey! Hey, Wat - let him go! [Pulls Wat off him]
Chaucer: [Holding injured hand] OW!
William: What would you do to him, if I was to refuse?
Simon The Summoner of Rouen: We, on behalf of the lord God, would take it out of his flesh, so that he may understand that gambling is a sin.
Chaucer: :[pleading] Oh, come on, please, Will...
[Summoner is piqued at this slip of the tongue; Chaucer recovers]
Chaucer:...please, will you help me, Sir Ulrich? I promise you won't regret it.
William: I don't have the money.
[Chaucer's face falls]
William: Release him. For God's sake, give him back his clothes, and you'll get it.
Simon The Summoner of Rouen: Done.
View Quote William: Your name lady, I still need to hear it.
Jocelyn: Sir hunter, you persist.
William: Or perhaps angels have no names, only beautiful faces.
View Quote William: I can't explain it. She makes me feel like a poet.
Roland: Well you may feel like a poet, but you sound like an idiot. You don't even know her name.
View Quote Adhemar: And you are?
William: Well, I am, um.
Adhemar: Have you forgotten, or your name is Sir Um? (crowd snickers)
William: Ulrich von Lichtenstein from Gelderland.
Adhemar: Well, I'd forget as well, what a mouthful. (crowd snickers)