Robin Hood1973

Little John:
You're burning the chow!

Robin Hood:
Sorry, Johnny. I guess I was thinking about Maid Marian again. I can't help it. I love her, Johnny.

Little John:
Look, why don't ya stop moanin' and mopin' around? J-Just marry the girl.

Robin Hood:
Marry her? You don't just walk up to a girl, hand her a bouquet and say, "Hey, remember me? We were kids together. Will you marry me?" No, it just isn't done that way.

Little John:
Ah, come one, Robby. Climb the castle walls. Sweep her off her feet. Carry her off in style.

Robin Hood:
It's no use, Johnny. I've thought it all out, and it just wouldn't work. Besides, what have I got to offer her?

Little John:
Well, for one thing, you can't cook.

Robin Hood:
I'm serious Johnny. She's a highborn lady of quality.

Little John:
So she's got class. So what?

Robin Hood:
I'm an outlaw. That's what. That's no life for a lovely lady. Always on the run. What kind of a future is that?

Friar Tuck:
Oh, for heaven's sake, son. You're no outlaw. Why, someday, you'll be called a great hero.

Robin Hood:
A hero? Did you hear that, Johnny? We've just been pardoned!

Little John:
Oh, that's a gas. We ain't even been arrested yet.