Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves
1991
Friar Tuck: Let us open a bottle and do our best to save each other's souls. Azeem: Alas, I am not permitted. Friar Tuck: Fine then, you talk, I'll drink.
(Robbing a lady in a carriage) Robin of Locksley: Milady, a woman of your beauty has no need for such... decorations.
Marian: Men speak conveniently of love when it serves their purpose.
(after causing Robin to fall in the river) Will Scarlett: There was a rich man from Nottingham who tried to cross a river. What a dope, he tripped on a rope. Now look at him shiver. Beg for mercy rich man. Robin of Locksley: I beg of no man, as you can see I have nothing, not even my sword. Little John: Any man who travels with two servants and says he has no money, is either a fool or a liar. Will Scarlett: Yeah, he's a liar.
Azeem: A wise man once said: 'There are no perfect men in the world; only perfect intentions.'
(the Sheriff has said he'll cut out Robin Hood's heart with a spoon) Guy of Gisborne: Why a spoon, cousin? Why not an axe? Sheriff of Nottingham: Because it's DULL, you twit, it'll hurt more.
Azeem: The hospitality in this country is as warm as the weather.
Azeem: Where I come from, we talk to our women. We do not drug them with plants.
Sheriff of Nottingham: Wait a minute. Robin Hood steals money from my pocket, forcing me to hurt the public, and they love him for it? (Scribe nods) That's it then. Cancel the kitchen scraps for lepers and orphans, no more merciful beheadings, and call off Christmas.
Sheriff of Nottingham: (to a wench) You. My room. 10: 30 tonight. Sheriff of Nottingham: (to another wench) You. 10: 45... And bring a friend.
(Robin has been knocked down once by John Little) Robin of Locksley: Any suggestions? Azeem: Get up. Move faster. Robin of Locksley: Move faster. Great idea.
Robin of Locksley: And you. You travel ten thousand miles to save my life and leave me to be butchered. Azeem: I fulfill my vows when I choose to. Robin of Locksley: Which does not include prayer time, meal time, or any time I'm outnumbered six to one. Azeem: You whine like a mule. You are still alive.
(Talking about how many men that are about to be ambushed) Robin of Locksley: How many? Azeem: 20. Robin of Locksley: 20? Bull: (further away) How many? Robin of Locksley: 5. Robin of Locksley: (to Azeem) He can't count anyway.
Friar Tuck: This is grain, which any fool can eat, but for which the Lord intended a more divine means of consumption. Let us give praise to our maker and glory to his bounty by learning about... BEER.
Mortianna: ... recruit the beasts that share our god. Sheriff of Nottingham: Animals? Mortianna: From the North. Sheriff of Nottingham: You mean... CELTS. They drink the blood of their dead. Mortianna: Yoke their strength. Sheriff of Nottingham: Hired thugs... Ahh brilliant.
Azeem: Salaam, little one. Small Girl: Did God paint you? Azeem: Did God paint me? (laughs) For certain. Small Girl: Why? Azeem: Because Allah loves wondrous varieties.
Marian: You came for me... You're alive... Robin of Locksley: I would die for you.
Robin of Locksley: Do you yield? Friar Tuck: I'd rather roast in hell.
Sheriff of Nottingham: Locksley. I'll cut your heart out with a spoon. Robin of Locksley: Then it begins.
Robin of Locksley: You were to tell me this to get close to me and then kill me, isn't that right, Will? Will Scarlett: Well, that depends on you Locksley. I never trusted you. That's no secret. What I wanna know is, is are you gonna finish what you started? I want to know if he's gonna turn and run like the spoiled little rich boy I always took him for. Robin of Locksley: Did I wrong you in another life, Will Scarlett? Where does this intolerable hatred for me come from? Will Scarlett: From knowing... that... that our father loved you more than me... our father... we are brothers Robin of Locksley. I am the son of the woman who replaced your dead mother for a time. It was your anger that drove them apart. Robin of Locksley: I have a brother... I have a brother, I will stand by you.
Azeem: No man controls my destiny... especially not one who attacks downwind and stinks of garlic.
Robin of Locksley: I had to try. Azeem: *I* would have succeeded.
Guy of Gisborne: Might I have the pleasure of your name, before I have you run through?
Sarah: Step into the light. Turn around. Robin of Locksley: Am I to dance next?
(Coming to a wide river) Azeem: In my dreams alone have I imagined such a place. Robin of Locksley: Then imagine a way to cross it.
(Wrestling in a river) Robin of Locksley: Do you yield? Little John: I can't bloody swim. Robin of Locksley: Do you yield? Little John: Yes. Robin of Locksley: Good. Then put your feet down.
Marian: There is a price on your head. Robin of Locksley: How much? Marian: One hundred gold pieces. Robin of Locksley: Is that all? I shall have to annoy the good Sheriff more. Soon it will be a thousand. Marian: For a thousand, I would turn you in myself.
Marian: Robin, do something for me. Robin of Locksley: What? Marian: Take a bath.
Little John: Are you bleedin' cracked, girl? You'd get hurt. Fanny: I've given birth to eight babies. Don't you talk to me about gettin' hurt, ya big ox.
Marian: How is it, that a once-arrogant young nobleman has found contentment, living rough with the salt of the earth? Robin of Locksley: I've seen knights in armor panic at the first hint of battle. And I've seen the lowliest, unarmed squire pull a spear from his own body, to defend a dying horse. Nobility is not a birthright. It's defined by one's actions.
Azeem: Is she worth it? Robin of Locksley: Worth dying for.
Sheriff of Nottingham: Do you mind Locksley? We've just been married.
Duncan: (to Marian) He fancies you m'lady. I may be blind but there are some things I still see.
Will Scarlett: No. I'll do that. You cover us with your bow. Robin of Locksley: No Will. It's too dangerous. Will Scarlett: So is your aim.
Peter Dubois: For England!
Azeem: (holding Robin Hood back) Come my friend! Make his sacrifice an act of honor! Come now.
Duncan: Curse those Moors and Saracens. If it wasn't for their ungodly ways, master Robin would never have left. What manner of name is Azeem? Scottish, Cornish? Azeem: Moorish.
Guy of Gisborne: Harboring felons, are you milady? Marian: They're thieves, you imbecile. They're stealing my horses. Guy of Gisborne: Lucky they didn't steal your virtue as well.
Will Scarlett: Fuck me! He cleared it.
(Azeem shows Guy's approaching men with a telescope. Robin peers at it, bewildered) Azeem: How did your uneducated kind ever take Jerusalem?
(after escaping from the Turks' dungeon) Azeem: Why did you cut me free, Christian? Robin of Locksley: Whatever blood is in your veins, no man deserves to die in there.
(Last line, spoken to the camera) Friar Tuck: Come on, get out of it. We waste good celebration time.
Marian: It's interesting to hear you say that. Robin of Locksley: I didn't. My father did. Marian: Did the holy quest erase your hatred of him? Robin of Locksley: I don't know. All I know is that our last words in this world were spoken in anger. I was lost after my mother died. My father too, and for a short time he found comfort in the arms of another woman, a peasant woman. I thought he was betraying my mother's memory. Marian: So he gave her up? Robin of Locksley: For the love of a twelve-year-old boy who would never forgive him.
Robin of Locksley: What do you know of women? Azeem: Where I come from, Christian, there are women of such beauty, that they can possess a man's mind so that he would be willing to die for them. Robin of Locksley: Wait a minute. Is that why you were to be executed? Because of a woman? (laughs) Robin of Locksley: That's it, isn't it? That's it! Azeem: It is close to sunset. Robin of Locksley: You painted old hound, who was she? The mullah's daughter? Another man's wife? What's her name? Azeem: Is there no sun in this cursed country? Which way is East? Robin of Locksley: Her name. Azeem: East! Robin of Locksley: Her name. Azeem: Jasmina. Robin of Locksley: (points) That way.
Robin of Locksley: Marian, I've returned to my home to find it destroyed, and my father murdered! And the only clues to why are in the ramblings of an old blind man. Marian: But all I remember of you is a spoiled bully who used to burn my hair as a child. Robin of Locksley: Please allow that years of war and imprisonment may change a man. Marian: Robin, whatever happened between you and your father, you mustn't believe... what they accused him of. Robin of Locksley: I don't.
(the Sheriff is preparing to rape Marian to impregnate her, even as Robin and Azeem are trying to break down the door) Sheriff of Nottingham: I can't do this with all that racket!
Friar Tuck: (singing drunkenly) Old King Richard's gone to war, loves his wine and warring/But for those of us who stay at home, there's only beer and whoring/Play the music, dance the day, think not on tomorrow... Guy of Gisborne: FRIAR! I'm sure you shall find it much more difficult to sing with a sword in your gullet! Friar Tuck: Yes, my lord. (laughs, to himself) You pig.
Sheriff of Nottingham: What a beautiful child. So young, so alive, so unaware of how precarious life can be. I had a very sad childhood, I'll tell you about it sometime. I never knew my parents, it's amazing I'm sane.
Sheriff of Nottingham: Marian, our union would allow these children to grow up as my allies. You understand... I cannot allow them to grow up as my enemies. Marian: I have no choice. Sheriff of Nottingham: That's true.
(Azeem is preparing to help Fanny deliver a breech baby) Robin of Locksley: What are you going to do? Azeem: I have seen it many times... with horses. Robin of Locksley: With *horses*?
(Azeem has delivered Fanny's breech baby) Robin of Locksley: You truly are a great one.
(preparing to ambush two travelers in the forest) Bull: You take the one on the left. Much the Miller's Son: Which one's left? (Bull wiggles his right hand) Much the Miller's Son: Oh... which one are you taking? Bull: What do you mean, which one am I taking? If you're taking the one on the left, I'm taking the one on the right. Much the Miller's Son: Which one's right? Bull: The one that... (he pauses, confused) Bull: We'll just jump out together.
(after Sarah and Marian get the better of Bull and his companion, they bring them to meet Robin) Robin of Locksley: What happened to your eye, Bull? Bull: We were set upon by, like, ten... Woodsman: Uh, 12! Bull: 15 large, big lads. Sarah: Oh, yeah? Bull: Yeah!
(the outlaws are passing a jug of mead around a circle; one of them finishes, then starts to pass the bottle past Azeem) Robin of Locksley: Has English hospitality changed so much that a friend of mine's not welcome? Much the Miller's Son: But he's a savage, sire. Robin of Locksley: That he is... but no more than you or I. And don't call me sire. (the woodsman offers the jug to Azeem) Azeem: Regretfully, I must decline. Allah forbids it. Little John: Your bloody loss, mate.
Robin of Locksley: This is English courage
Azeem: How many are there? Robin of Locksley: Twenty Azeem: Twenty? Bull: How many? Robin of Locksley: Five. (to Azeem) They can't count anyway
King Richard: I will not allow this wedding to proceed Robin of Locksley: My Lord! King Richard: Unless, i'm allowed to give the bride away. You look radiant cousin
Azeem: English! English! Behold, Azeem Edin Bashir Al Bakir. I am not one of you, but I fight! I fight with Robin Hood. I fight against a tyrant who holds you under his boot! If you would be free men, then you must fight! Join us now, join Robin Hood!
Sheriff of Nottingham: Who told you to cover up?
(first lines) Prisoner: Show them the courage of Allah!