Knight's Tale, A

Knight's Tale, A quotes

73 total quotes (ID: 323)

Geoffrey Chaucer
Multiple Characters
Wat Falhurst
William Thatcher


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.


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

All human activity lies within the artist's scope. [Looks at Wat] Maybe not yours.

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.

Love has given me wings so I must fly.

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

Good people, I missed my introduction! But please... Please I pray you, hear it now, for I would lay rest the grace in my tongue and speak plainly. Days like these are far too rare to cheapen with heavy handed words, and so, I'm afraid without any ado whatsoever... Excuse me My Lord... Here he is, one of your own, born a stone's throw from this very stadium, and here before you now, the son of John Thatcher... Sir Wiiiiiilliam Thatcheeer!

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.

French Squire 1: An Englishman will not win this French tournament. English legs are unsteady on French soil.
French Squire 2: And because French wine is too much for English bellies.
French Squire 3: And most importantly, because the Pope himself is French.
Roland: Well, the Pope may be French, but Jesus is English! You're on!

[Standing over Adhemar]
Wat: You have been weighed.
Roland: You have been measured.
Kate: And you have absolutely...
Chaucer: Been found wanting.
William: Welcome to a New World. God save you, if it is right that he should do so.

Yes, master Falhurst, I'm well aware a good fonging is on the way.

Jocelyn: I demand poetry, and when I want it, and I want it now.
William: Your breasts... they're beneath your throat.

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?

Wat: Say something about her breasts.
Roland: Yeah, you miss her breasts.
William: Her breasts?
Chaucer: Ye... yes, you... you could, umm... umm... but I... I would tend to look above her breasts, William.
William: Her throat?
Chaucer: Uh, still higher really, toward the heavens.
Kate: The moon at least, her breasts were not that impressive.

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.