Becket

Thomas a Becket:
God rest his soul.

King Henry II:
He will, He will. He'll be much more use to God than he ever was to me.

Thomas a Becket:
Honor is a private matter within; it's an idea, and every man has his own version of it.

King Henry II:
How gracefully you tell your king to mind his own business.

Empress Matilda:
Oh, if I were a man!

King Henry II:
Thank God, madam, He gave you breasts! An asset from which I derived not the slightest benefit.

King Henry II:
Am I the strongest or am I not?

Thomas a Becket:
You are today, but one must never drive one's enemy to despair; it makes him strong. Gentleness is better politics, it saps virility. A good occupational force must never crush. It must corrupt.

King Henry II:
Don't be nervous, Bishop. I'm not asking for absolution. I've something far worse than a sin on my conscience: a mistake.

King Henry II:
Let us drink, gentlemen. Let us drink, till we roll under the table in vomit and oblivion.

King Henry II:
Do you know how much trouble I went through to make you a noble?

Thomas a Becket:
Yes, as I recall, you lifted your finger, pointed at me and said, "Thomas Becket, you are noble."

Thomas a Becket:
England is a ship. The king is captain of the ship.

King Henry II:
That's neat. I like that.

King Henry II:
Your body, madam, was a desert that duty forced me to wander in alone. But you have never been a wife to me!

King Henry II:
He's read books, you know, it's amazing. He's drunk and wenched his way through London but he's thinking all the time.

King Henry II:
So what in most people is morality, in you it's just an exercise in... what's the word?

Thomas a Becket:
Aesthetics.

King Henry II:
Yes, that's the word. Always "aesthetics."

King Henry II:
There. That's the Great Seal of England. Don't lose it; without the seal, there's no more England, and we'll all have to pack up and go back to Normandy.

King Henry II:
I'm suddenly very intelligent. It probably comes from making love to that French girl last night.

King Henry II:
Will no one rid me of this meddlesome priest?

King Henry II:
Becket is the only intelligent man in my kingdom, and he's against me!

Thomas a Becket:
Nobility lies in the man, my prince, not in the towel.

Thomas a Becket:
Tonight you can do me the honor of christening my forks.

King Henry II:
Forks?

Thomas a Becket:
Yes, from Florence. New little invention. It's for pronging meat and carrying it to the mouth. It saves you dirtying your fingers.

King Henry II:
But then you dirty the fork.

Thomas a Becket:
Yes, but it's washable.

King Henry II:
So are your fingers. I don't see the point.

King Henry II:
Here's my royal foot on your royal buttocks!

Empress Matilda:
You have an obsession about him that is unhealthy and unnatural!

I seem to remember a scene after Becket's death where Henry, to no one in particular and a bit sad/angry says something similiar to -

"Well, Thomas Becket..[empathizing each word slowly]... are you satisfied?!?!"

In our high school theatre arts class it became the "code word" for someone who did something stupid and messed up props, lighting or knocked down staging during the final rehersal of our school plays.....!