Porthos [Of his new golden baldric]
It's gold belting all the way 'round!
Astonishing! There is enough gold in France to stretch all that distance?
M Musketeer
May I lift the costly cloak to admire the belt more?
Porthos [hastily]
No, no, sir, your pardon, sir -- I have a cold.
Discretion being the better part of vanity!
Porthos I don't understand! I know the one about valor, but I don't agree. I can't agree to be discreet about how valiant I am. Shouldn't be asked.
Porthos Are you fighting this, ah, fellow? But I'm fighting him myself!
But not 'til one o'clock!
Oh, no, no, no, I'm fighting him this afternoon!
How long have you been in Paris?
Since eight o'clock this morning.
You waste little time, sir!
My father recommended I fight duels.
[laughs]
Well, let us hope you can do him some credit!
J Jussac
[Our heroes have been surprised by the Cardinal's Guard about to begin a duel]
Ah! Musketeers! Dueling in defiance of the Edicts!
This is a private matter, sir, will you please be on your way?
J Jussac
We have a duty to suppress disorder and arrest brawlers: put up your swords and come along with us, eh?
Porthos Unthinkable!
J Jussac
Then, we must charge you!
[The Cardinal's Guardsmen all draw]
There are six of them, and we are only three!
Porthos You're not one of us!
This is not your affair, boy.
I may not have the tunic, but I have the heart of a Musketeer!
J Jussac
Young man, you may retire -- save your skin, and quickly!
[D'artagnan shakes his head]
What's your name, young man?
Very well. Athos, Porthos, Aramis and D'artagnan -- Swords!
Porthos [Portos' lovely hat has been sliced in half in fighting the Cardinal's Guard]
God's blood!! Look at that...! Ruined by you and your, your street-corner ruffians! By God, you'll pay for it! [Rifles the purse of a fallen Guardsman] Ten pistoles it cost me! :[Reconsiders on seeing the contents of the purse] No— twenty! Twenty pistoles! And twenty more, as a fine to teach you manners! Hah! Jussac!
Porthos What!
There, there! Charity is one of the cardinal virtues!
Porthos [On riding with D'artagnan to recover the Queen's diamonds]
May one ask -- delicately -- the cause in which we're expected to die?
When you go on a campaign, does the King give his reasons? He says, "Porthos, fight!" and you fight.
Porthos Oh, I do, I do!
Then let's go and be killed where we're told to! Is life worth so many questions?
