Taras: My son, why? Why?
Andrei Bulba: I did what I had to do.
Taras: From the day I plunged you in the river to give you life, I loved you as I loved the steppes. You were my pride! I gave you life. It is on me to take it away from you.

Taras: There's only ONE WAY to keep faith with a Pole. Put your faith in your sword and the sword in the Pole.

Governor: My son is dead, your brother killed by your Cossack lover. Tell your servant to pack your belongings. I'll arrange for an escort to take you out of the city. You cannot stay here after tonight. You'll be taken to Dubno. There you will serve as maid in waiting until you have been trained in the responsibilities of your birth.

[to his turncoat son]
Taras Bulba: I gave you life. It is on ME to take it away.