Christian de Neuvillette: [Cyrano is coaching Christian, and Christian is reciting badly what Cyrano has written] "Thus do I love thee."
Cyrano de Bergerac: Idiot! There are a dozen ways to read that line - "*Thus* do I love thee"; "Thus do *I* love thee", "Thus do I love *thee*! *thee*! *thee*!"

Le Bret: Look at me, twenty years a captain, while others, who know only how to deploy their forces at court, now dangle a marshal's baton.
Cyrano de Bergerac: [smiling] Hmm... , well, someday I will avenge you too.

Antoine Comte de Guiche: As for you sir, have you read "Don Quixote"?
Cyrano de Bergerac: I have, and found myself the hero.
Antoine Comte de Guiche: Be so good as to read once more the chapter of the windmills...
Cyrano de Bergerac: Chapter thirteen!
Antoine Comte de Guiche: Windmills, remember, if you fight with them... may swing round their huge arms and cast you down into the mire!
Cyrano de Bergerac: Or up, among the stars!

Cardinal: I would much rather Monsieur de Bergerac live by the pen than die by the sword. Do you not agree, Antoine?
Antoine Comte de Guiche: [exasperated] By all means, Your Eminence, by all means!
Cardinal: [quoting Cyrano's words to himself, and making sure nobody hears him] "And then, as I end the refrain, thrust home!"

Cyrano de Bergerac: [dueling with Valvert] Prince, pray God that is Lord of all, Pardon your soul, for your time has come, Beat, pass! I fling you aslant, asprawl, Then as I end the refrain, thrust home!

Cyrano de Bergerac: [referring to Montfleury] Very well, then; I enter, with knife, to carve this fat stuffed goose!

Cyrano de Bergerac: Think of me./ Me whom the plainest woman would despise./ Me with this nose of mine that marches on/ Before me by a quarter of an hour./Whom should I love? Why of course it must be/ The woman in the world most beautiful.
Le Bret: Most beautiful?
Cyrano de Bergerac: In these eyes of mine, beyond compare.
Le Bret: Wait! Your cousin - Roxane!
Cyrano de Bergerac: Yes. Roxane.

Cyrano de Bergerac: Very well, let the old fellow come now. He shall find me on my feet sword in hand.
Roxane: Cyrano!
Le Bret: He's delirious.
Cyrano de Bergerac: I can see him now - he grins. He is looking at my nose, that skeleton. You there - who are you? A hundred against one, eh? I know them now, my ancient enemies...
[Cyrano thrusts his sword at the empty air]
Cyrano de Bergerac: Falsehood! There! There! Prejudice! Compromise! Cowardice! What's that? Surrender? No! Never! Never!
[He slashes his sword wildly]
Cyrano de Bergerac: Ah, you too, Vanity? I knew you would overthrow me in the end. No! I fight on! I fight on! I fight on!

Cyrano de Bergerac: You may go. / Or tell me, why are you staring at my nose?
The Meddler: No!
Cyrano de Bergerac: It disgusts you, then? Does its color appear to you unwholesome? / Or its form obscene?
The Meddler: But I've been careful not to look!
Cyrano de Bergerac: And why not if you please? / Possibly you find it just a trifle large!

Duenna: [Cyrano is trying to talk to Roxanne in private, when her Duenna enters] I have eaten the cakes, Monsieur de Bergerac.
Cyrano de Bergerac: [pushing her out the door] Good. Now go out and enjoy Nature.