Knight's Tale, A

Knight's Tale, A quotes

73 total quotes (ID: 323)

Geoffrey Chaucer
Multiple Characters
Wat Falhurst
William Thatcher


Jocelyn: I love you. There is nothing else to do. Run and I will run with you.


Adhemar: Why didn't Ulrich finish him?
Jocelyn: He shows mercy.
Adhemar: Then he shows his weakness - for that is all mercy is.

Roland: God love you, William. So do I.

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.

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)

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.

[singing] He's quick, he's funny, he makes me lots of money, Lichtenstein! Lichtenstein!

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

Old Bishop: [after William rides into the cathedral on a horse to woo Jocelyn] Does this not shock you, ladies?
Jocelyn: Certainly, my lord, I just, I only laugh just to keep from weeping.
Old Bishop: [Understandingly] Beauty is such a curse. Pray your years come swiftly for you, pray your beauty fades that you may better serve God.
Jocelyn: Oh, and I do, my lord. I pray for it all the time. Why, God, did you curse me with this face?
Old Bishop: God's will has a purpose, but we may not know it. :[Extends his hand so that she may kiss his ring]
Jocelyn: [goes to kiss hand, but instead admires the costly ring on his finger] Oh, that is lovely...

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.

You're good. You're very good. My lords, my ladies, and everybody else here not sitting on a cushion! [crowd roars] Today... today, you find yourselves equals. [crowd roars] For you are all equally blessed. For I have the pride, the privilege, nay, the pleasure of introducing to you to a knight, sired by knights. A knight who can trace his lineage back beyond Charlemagne. I first met him atop a mountain near Jerusalem, praying to God, asking his forgiveness for the Saracen blood spilt by his sword. Next, he amazed me still further in Italy when he saved a fatherless beauty from the would-be ravishing of her dreadful Turkish uncle. [crowd, boo] In Greece he spent a year in silence just to better understand the sound of a whisper. And so without further gilding the lily and with no more ado, I give to you, the seeker of serenity, the protector of Italian virginity, the enforcer of our Lord God, the one, the only, Sir Ulllrrrich von Lichtenstein! [crowd roars] Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week.

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.

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.

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.

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