The Scarlet Pimpernel

Percy Blakeney:
They seek him here, they seek him there, / Those Frenchies seek him everywhere. / Is he in heaven? Or is he in hell? / That damned elusive Pimpernel!

Percy Blakeney:
[before reciting his poem to Winterbottom] Slap me, I'm bubbling over with good humor this morning. Would you believe me, I've just written a masterpiece.

Col. Winterbottom:
Who, sir? You, sir?

Percy Blakeney:
Me, sir

Col. Winterbottom:
No, sir.

Percy Blakeney:
Yes, sir. All about this mysterious Pimpernel fellow. How it came to me Heaven only knows, because it was the busiest moment of the day. Damn me, I was tying my cravat.

Citizen Chauvelin:
[after reciting his poem to Chauvelin] Delightful.

Percy Blakeney:
What?

Citizen Chauvelin:
Especially that line, "Those Frenchies seek him everywhere."

Percy Blakeney:
Yes, I like that, too, because you see, I hear that they do and that gives the line a sort of something... sort of gives it... uh... uh... something. Uh... u-uh... if I make myself clear.

Citizen Chauvelin:
Clear as crystal.

Percy Blakeney:
Open up your sleeves, man. Let your ruffles take the air. Let them flow. Let them ripple.

Col. Winterbottom:
Are you being offensive, sir?

Percy Blakeney:
Who, sir? Me, sir? No, sir.

Percy Blakeney:
Magnificent fight this afternoon, my dear. Gad! That Mendoza's got quick ears. In the 10th round, when Jackson had him down, I shouted, "Get up, Mendoza!" And damn me, he did and sink me, he won!

Prince of Wales:
Why, damn me, Percy, you're brainless, spineless, useless: But you do know clothes!

Lady Marguerite Blakeney:
Can't you rise above trivialities for once?

Percy Blakeney:
Can't rise above anything more than three syllables, my dear - never could.

Armand St. Just:
[of Marguerite's betrayal of St-Cyr] So that is why you ceased to love her. What a tragedy.

Percy Blakeney:
Ceased? I shall love her until the day I die. That's the tragedy.

Lady Marguerite Blakeney:
Oh but Percy, through me, a good, a generous man my lose his life. Oh Percy, what can I do? How can I warn him?

Percy Blakeney:
Warn him? Against what?

Lady Marguerite Blakeney:
Against the danger if he goes back to France.

Percy Blakeney:
Well, if he's the kind of lunatic I take him to be, your warning's not going to stop him.

Lady Marguerite Blakeney:
But he might be going to his death.

Percy Blakeney:
That's all the fellow lives for. Besides, he doesn't know you're in love with him.

Lady Marguerite Blakeney:
I'm not in love with him! I admire his head of wisdom, but I'm not in love with him.

Percy Blakeney:
Oh, but you are. It's a dangerous game, my dear. Falling in love with a phantom. For all you know, he might be a married man who is deeply in love with his wife.

Elderly citizen of Boulogne:
We shall have to teach perfidious Albion a lesson!

Percy Blakeney:
[to fellow-members of League disguised as French soldiers] It won't take *us* long to cross the Channel, eh boys?

Percy Blakeney:
I'm in love.

Elderly citizen of Boulogne:
It's the wife of another man!

Percy Blakeney:
No it's my own.

Sir Andrew Ffoulkes:
Know her? Everyone in London knows Lady Blakeney.

Lady Marguerite Blakeney:
Can you honestly deny that you've changed?

Treadle:
That, Sir Percy, is the last word in cuffs.

Percy Blakeney:
Oh, gad, I should hope so. For there should never be another like it.