Robin of Sherwood1984

Robert de Rainault:
[Mildred starts weeping] Oh, look at her! Any mention of our forthcoming nuptials and she positively overflows! God knows where it all comes from.

Sir Guy of Gisburne:
Will there be many guests, my lord?

Robert de Rainault:
It's a wedding, Gisburne, not a celebration! I made a list of guests. Then, after I'd read them, I started crossing them off. I went on crossing them off until there was nobody left. [to Mildred] Shut up! Fortunately, most of my relations are either dead, or living in Normandy, which amounts to the same thing.

Sir Guy of Gisburne:
And the Abbot Hugo, my lord?

Robert de Rainault:
My dear brother has had a sudden and totally uncharacteristic surge of piety, and hurried off on a pilgrimage to Wolsingham, thus saving both his soul and the necessity of providing me with a wedding present.