Theatre of Blood

Peregrine Devlin:
It's him all right. Only Lionheart would have the temerity to rewrite Shakespeare!

Peregrine Devlin:
Lionheart!

Edward Lionheart:
Alive and triumphant. And you thought me slain? Lionheart is immortal!

Edward Lionheart:
Burn! BURN! Come fire, consume this petty world. And in its ashes, let my memory lie!

Peregrine Devlin:
You did kill Larding and the others didn't you?

Edward Lionheart:
How many people have you destroyed as you destroyed me? How many talented lives have you ruined with your glib attacks? What do you know of the dedication and hardwork of the men and women of the noblest's craft on earth? Nothing! You lack the intelligence and skill, you only slander the efforts of others because you lack the ability to create yourself! No Devlin, no! I did not kill Larding and the others. PUNISHED them dear boy, punished them. Just as you shall have to be punished.

Peregrine Devlin:
Get it over with then, so I don't have to listen to your insane babbling.

Edward Lionheart:
Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones: Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack. She's gone forever! I know when one is dead, and when one lives; She's dead as earth.

Inspector Boot:
Was that dialogue from King Lear?

Peregrine Devlin:
Yes. A remarkable performace. He was overacting as usual, but he knew how to make an exit.

Peregrine Devlin:
Think about your daughter! Imagine what your madness is doing to her?

Edward Lionheart:
My daughter? Edwina?

Edwina Lionheart:
You have begot me, bred me, loved me: I Return those duties back as are right fit. Obey you, love you, and most honour you

Edward Lionheart:
I'll let you live. I will kill you, be it next week, next month or even next year. But first, I want to make you suffer in the same way you made me suffer!

Edward Lionheart:
Do you remember the death of Joan of Arc in Henry the VIth part one? Well, we've adapted it, you may find it a little shocking!

Edward Lionheart:
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious: If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest - For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men - Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?

Edward Lionheart:
Manager! It is your job to see there is order in the theatre. See to it at once.

George Maxwell:
You... It's you! But you're dead!

Edward Lionheart:
No. Another critical miscalculation on you part. I am well. It is you who are dead.