Robin of Sherwood1984

Robert de Rainault:
Why on earth did I agree to be united in the unholy bonds of matrimony with a pansy-faced sixteen-year-old virgin? That is, if she still is a virgin, of course. Do you think it's worth the money, Gisburne? Could it possibly be worth ten thousand marks? [pause] Why don't you answer?

Sir Guy of Gisburne:
I assumed the question was rhetorical, my lord.

Robert de Rainault:
Never assume anything, Gisburne, except an occasional air of intelligence. Well, you'd better go and fetch her, hadn't you? And that ghastly man who's supposed to have fathered her, though that's a matter of some doubt, considering the amount of time he spends riding around on horseback. Ha! well, you should get on famously together. All he ever talks about is halters and harnesses. No wonder his coat of arms is a rampant boar.

Sir Guy of Gisburne:
And when will the... ceremony take place, my lord?

Robert de Rainault:
When I'm drunk enough to go through with it!