King Richard and the Crusaders

Lady Edith:
Fight, fight, fight! That's all you think of, Dick Plantagenet.

Lady Edith:
No, no, my dearly betrothed. Richard would set the headsman on your neck - he has said as much.

Sir Kenneth:
Then kiss me quickly, my bonnie, while these lips are still warm.

Lady Edith:
No, no! (they kiss) Ah, this is a pleasant madness.

Sir Kenneth:
A lunacy with which I would love to be afflicted... to the end of my life. If Richard would take my life, I must kiss softly.

Saladin:
May the Seven Doves rest on your shoulders.

Sir Kenneth:
Doves or vultures, you slippery infidel?

Saladin:
Come, I invite you to share the waters of the oasis with me.

Lady Edith:
I'm a Plantagenet, yet somehow I feel less proud. I'm beginning to despise war. The dread, the wondering each time you ride away if you'll come back among the living.