Robin of Sherwood1984

Alan a Dale:
My fate awaits me in Nottingham. The world has become an empty place, and life is merely the echo of mocking laughter.

Little John:
I'm not surprised!

Robin of Loxley:
Why do you want to kill the Sheriff?

Alan a Dale:
Have you seen an innocent flower mercilessly crushed in a mailed fist?

Will Scarlet:
He's right round the Maypole!

Alan a Dale:
To save the lady of my heart, I would ride through fire!

Little John:
What? On that horse?

Alan a Dale:
He means to marry her!

Little John:
Marry?

Will Scarlet:
What? The Sheriff?

Lady Marion:
He'll never marry!

Friar Tuck:
He hates women!

Alan a Dale:
It's Mildred... Oh, Mildred!