Dragonheart

Gilbert:
Never have I seen such skill.

Bowen:
You must have led a sheltered life.

Bowen:
Don't clutter up a clever scheme with morality.

King Arthur:
A knight is sworn to valor. His heart knows only virtue. His blade defends the helpless. His might upholds the weak. His word speaks only truth. His wrath undoes the wicked.

Draco:
Who's the girl?

Bowen:
A nuisance! Get rid of her!

Draco:
Why?

Bowen:
They're trying to placate you with a sacrifice!

Draco:
Oh, now who ever gave them that bright idea?

Bowen:
Never mind! Just get rid of her!

Draco:
How?

Bowen:
Eat her!

Draco:
Oh, please. YUCK!

Bowen:
Aren't we squeamish, you ate Sir Egglemore, hypocrite!

Draco:
I merely chewed in self-defense, but I never swallowed.

Bowen:
I no longer try to change the world dragon, I just try to make my way in it.

Draco:
Ah, well it's better than death I suppose.

Bowen:
I would think you would welcome death. All of your friends gone; hunted wherever you go.

Draco:
Do you delight in reminding me? Yes knight, I do long for death, but... fear it.

Bowen:
Why? Aside from your misery, what's to lose?

Draco:
My soul.

Draco:
When there are no more dragons to slay, how will you make a living, knight?

Bowen:
Dreams die hard and you hold them in your hand long after they have turned to dust.

Kara:
Well, what are you looking at?

Bowen:
Myself, long ago.

King Einon:
Only you, Felton, could keep such a sly brain under such a bad hat!

King Einon:
Next time, stab more flesh, less cloth.

Kara:
I'll pierce your heart!

King Einon:
You already did.

King Einon:
Some men are good hunting men, some are good at hunting money. Both have value to me.

Draco:
when you squeeze nobility, the peasants are the ones that feel the pinch.

Bowen:
Without you Draco, where will we go, where do we turn?

Draco:
To the stars Bowen, to the stars.

King Einon:
I've always said death was a release, not a punishment.

Draco:
I merely chewed in self-defense. I didn't swallow.

Bowen:
You have the poet's gift of exaggeration.

Gilbert:
You should read some of my histories.

Young Einon:
The peasants are revolting.

Brok:
They've always been revolting. But now they're rebelling.

Gilbert:
Well done, Bowen! You've done it again! What a brute! That's even bigger than the last one!

Bowen:
Actually, it's about the same size.

Gilbert:
Turn the other cheek, brother.

King Einon:
You never cease to amaze me Bowen. Now you have brought my future wife and a priest to wed us.

Bowen:
To bury you.

King Einon:
Well, to bury one of us.

Bowen:
I will not rest until I have rid the world of every last one of you.

Draco:
I am the last one!

Draco:
Strike!

Bowen:
But you're my friend.

Draco:
Then as a friend, strike, please!