| Quote | Character |
| 'Pray that your years come swiftly, pray your beauty fades, so that you may better serve God.' | |
| 'With hope. Love should end with hope.' | |
| 'All right, I'm about this fonging close mate! I swear to God, Quaisimodo! ' | |
| 'Well perhaps angels have no names, only beautiful faces.' | |
| 'You have been weighed, you have been measured, and you have been found wanting. Come back when you're worthy.' | |
| 'Well, the Pope may be French, but Jesus is English! You're on!' | |
| 'Bed him well, my lady. Bed him well.' | |
| 'Better a silly girl with a flower, than a silly boy with a horse and a stick...' | |
| 'It's called a lance... helloo?' | |
| 'But this Lichtenstein... his technique, rudimentary... style, non-existent. Still, he's fearless.' | |
| | Quote | Character |
| 'God love you Will. And so do I.' | |
| 'A humble Pardoner and purveyor of religious relics.' | |
| 'Well, you may feel like a poet, but you sound like an idiot.' | |
| ''Don't be foolish, William, you just follow your feet.' | |
| 'We walk in the garden of his turbulence.' | |
| 'Love has given me wings so I must fly.' | |
| 'Your men love you. If I knew nothing else about you, that would be enough.' | |
| 'They can take it away from you, they can and they will. Oh, they will. But love they cannot take.' | |
| 'Pain... Lots of Pain.' | |
| 'All right, hold your tongue sir, or lose it.' | |
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