Porthos: The picnic was delicious, the wine was excellent,
remind me to send the Cardinal a note.
Cardinal Richelieu: One for all and more for me.
D'Artagnan: But what about the Musketeers? Porthos: Go home
boy. Find a wench. Have fat babies and live a good long
life.
Porthos: [to Rochfort] Rochfort. Isn't that a smelly kind
of cheese?
Queen Anne: I would rather die! Cardinal Richelieu: That
can be arranged!
[To Athos, in a whisper.] Milady: There was a time when
I would have given my life for a kind word from you.
Porthos: A lively tune... I'm inspired to dance!
King Louis: This world is an uncertain realm, filled with
danger. Honor underminded by the pursuit of power, freedom
sacrificed when the weak are oppressed by the strong. But
there are those who oppose these powerful forces, who dedicate
their lives to truth, honor, and freedom. These men are
known as Musketeers. Rise, D'Artagnan, and join them.
D'Artagnan: As morning hues of sunswept... Aramis: Fire!
D'Artagnan: ...fire caress your... poisoned face. [Aramis
looks pained. D'Artagnan gives up, and sweeps the bar maid
into a kiss.] Porthos: I declare, the boy's a natural!
[The three musketeers and D'Artagnan are escaping from the
Cardinal's men in his own coach] Porthos: Champagne? Athos:
We're in the middle of a chase, Porthos. Porthos: You're
right - something red.
[During a chase, in the Cardinal's own coach] Porthos: For
a chase, the Cardinal recommends his excellent '24 Cabernet.
Porthos: [to D'Artagnan] You can't have any, you're too
young. Athos: Take the reins, boy.
Porthos: This sash was a gift to me, from the Queen of America.
D'Artagnan: There's no queen of America! Porthos: I beg
to differ, infant. We're on quite intimate terms, unless
you can prove otherwhise.
