Sir Kenneth: In the desert no man meets a friend.

Lady Edith: I'm a Plantagenet, yet somehow I feel less proud. I'm beginning to despise war. The dread, the wondering each time you ride away if you'll come back among the living.

Lady Edith: War, war! That's all you ever think about, Dick Plantagenet! You burner, you pillager!

King Richard I: Go squat on your Alps!

King Richard I: Loyalty - as high a virtue as majesty sometimes.

[Sir Kenneth tries to steal a kiss]
Lady Edith: No, no, my dearly betrothed. Richard would set the headsman on your neck - he has said as much.
Sir Kenneth: Then kiss me quickly, my bonnie, while these lips are still warm.
Lady Edith: No, no! (they kiss) Ah, this is a pleasant madness.
Sir Kenneth: A lunacy with which I would love to be afflicted... to the end of my life. If Richard would take my life, I must kiss softly.