Hayraddin:
Why do you have to be so honorable?
Quentin Durward: Why do you have to be so dishonorable?
Hayraddin: Because I am a gypsy. It's expected of me.
Quentin Durward: Why do you have to be so dishonorable?
Hayraddin: Because I am a gypsy. It's expected of me.
Count William De la Marck:
[Fighting in the darkness] How many are you?
Quentin Durward: How many do you want?
Quentin Durward: How many do you want?
Isabelle, Countess of Marcroy:
[about Durward] Help him, you miserable man!
Hayraddin: [Self-deprecatingly] What do you expect from the son of a horse thief?
Hayraddin: [Self-deprecatingly] What do you expect from the son of a horse thief?
Isabelle, Countess of Marcroy:
[Referring to Lord Crawford] An antique Scottish earl.
Charles, Duke of Burgundy: His right arm rests on the Scottish throne.
Isabelle, Countess of Marcroy: And his left on the graveyard wall!
Charles, Duke of Burgundy: His right arm rests on the Scottish throne.
Isabelle, Countess of Marcroy: And his left on the graveyard wall!
Quentin Durward:
[to Isabelle] I have perhaps sworn too many oaths in my time. My life grows complicated.
Quentin Durward:
Tell me, gypsy. Do you know this castle?
Hayraddin: Of course. Like the palm of your hand.
Hayraddin: Of course. Like the palm of your hand.