Three Musketeers, The (1993)
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.