[Robin has been knocked down once by John Little] Robin
of Locksley: Any suggestions? Azeem: Get up. Move faster.
Robin of Locksley: Move faster. Great idea.
[Talking about how many men that are about to be ambushed]
Robin of Locksley: How many? Azeem: 20. Robin of Locksley:
20? Bull: [further away] How many? Robin of Locksley: 5!
Robin of Locksley: [to Azeem] He can't count anyway.
Friar Tuck: This is grain, which any fool can eat, but for
which the Lord intended a more divine means of consumption.
Let us give praise to our maker and glory to his bounty
by learning about... BEER!
Azeem: Salaam, little one. Small Girl: Did God paint you?
Azeem: Did God paint me? [laughs] For certain. Small Girl:
Why? Azeem: Because Allah loves wondrous varieties.
Maid Marian: Men speak conveniently of love when it serves
their purpose, and when it doesn't, it is a burden to them.
Friar Tuck: Let us open a bottle and do our best to save
each other's souls. Azeem: Alas, I am not permitted. Friar
Tuck: Fine then, you talk, I'll drink.
[Robbing a lady in a carriage.] Robin of Locksley: Milady,
a woman of your beauty has no need for such... decorations.
Maid Marian: Men speak conveniently of love when it serves
their purpose.
[After causing Robin to fall in the river] Will Scarlett:
There was a rich man from Nottingham who tried to cross
a river. What a dope, he tripped on a rope. Now look at
him shiver. Beg for mercy rich boy!
Azeem: I once heard a wise man say there are no perfect
men. Only perfect intentions.
[The Sheriff has said he'll cut out Robin Hood's heart with
a spoon] Guy of Gisbourne: Why a spoon, cousin? Why not
an axe? Sheriff: Because it's DULL, you twit, it'll hurt
more! }
Azeem: The hospitality in this country is as warm as the
weather.
Azeem: Where I come from, we talk to our women. We do not
drug them with plants. -
Sheriff of Nottingham: [to a wench] You! My room. 10:30
tonight. Sheriff of Nottingham: [to another wench] You!
10:45... And bring a friend.
