A Knight's Tale2001

Old Bishop:
[after William rides into the cathedral on a horse to woo Jocelyn] Does this not shock you, ladies?

Jocelyn:
Certainly, my lord, I just, I only laugh just to keep from weeping.

Old Bishop:
[Understandingly] Beauty is such a curse. Pray your years come swiftly for you, pray your beauty fades that you may better serve God.

Jocelyn:
Oh, and I do, my lord. I pray for it all the time. Why, God, did you curse me with this face?

Old Bishop:
God's will has a purpose, but we may not know it. [Extends his hand so that she may kiss his ring]

Jocelyn:
[goes to kiss hand, but instead admires the costly ring on his finger] Oh, that is lovely... [laughs as the bishop briefly sputters before singing a hymn]