Messenger: The Story of Joan of Arc

Joan of Arc:
Yes, he gave me a few, but I never had time to wear them.

Joan of Arc:
You seem a little wealthy to be a servant of God, don't you think?

The Conscience:
Who are you to even think that you can know the difference between good and evil?

Joan of Arc:
I am the drum on which God is beating out His messages. And right now He is beating so hard, it's splinting my ears!

Joan of Arc:
How dare you stop me from doing God's will?

Aulon:
He didn't tell you to cut all your hair.

Joan of Arc:
How dare you tell me what God tells me to do?

Aulon:
Whatever, but since he's not going to come down and do it himself - I mean - at least let someone cut it properly!

Joan of Arc:
This morning God gave us a great victory, but it is nothing compared to what he is ready to give us now. I know you are all tired and hungry, but I swear to you that even if these English were hanging from the clouds by their fingertips we would pull them down before nightfall. Now let all those who love me... follow me! Follow me!

Aulon:
But how do you know that these voices aren't just really you?

Joan of Arc:
They are me. That's how God speaks to me. Even you could hear them if you listened hard enough.

Aulon:
JOAN!

Joan of Arc:
Wh - why are you looking at me like that?

Aulon:
Because there's an arrow in your leg!

Joan of Arc:
What? Oh... Well that doesn't stop me from climbing! (prompts Aulon to go ahead) Raymond! Take this arrow out of my leg!

Joan of Arc:
What did he say?

Aulon:
He said he'd think about it.

Pierre Cauchon:
Joan, be careful, you're not helping yourself by refusing to submit to our judgment.

Joan of Arc:
You, who claimed to be my judges, you'll be careful, for you too one day will be judged.

Joan of Arc:
Give me an army, send me to Orlean, and I will show you the sign I was sent to make.

Joan of Arc:
I don't think. I leave that to God. I'm just a Messenger in all of this.

Joan of Arc:
It's not my body I want to save. It's my soul.

La Hire:
I swear those Goddamned bloody English will pay for this.

Joan of Arc:
They will. And so will you, if you don't stop swearing!

Joan of Arc:
There's nothing to hear! And why is there nothing to hear? Because I haven't DONE anything! And why haven't I done anything? Because none of you, WILL LISTEN TO ME!

Joan of Arc:
I've seen enough blood, but if you want more, I can't stop you. But I must warn you, that it will be your blood, and not ours.

Joan of Arc:
France does not belong to you, Charles. She belongs to God.

Joan of Arc:
I've always been faithful to God, and I've done everything He's ever asked me to do.

Conscience:
Heroine-turned-saint? or Saint-turned-to-heroin?

Joan of Arc:
Why are you trying to hurt me? Do you get pleasure hurting me?

Conscience:
Ah, pleasure. Where does the pain end and your pleasure begin... with that nee-dle ("sword") in-your hand?