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Adhemar: You have been weighed, you have been measured, and you have been found wanting. In what world could you possibly beat me?

Prince Edward: Your men love you. If I knew nothing else about you, that would be enough.

Roland: God love you William. So do I

Jocelyn: Damn your pride William it is you and only you that will not see you run.
William: My pride is the only thing that they cant take from me.
Jocelyn: They can take it away from you, they can and they will. Oh they will. But love they cannot take.

Jocelyn: Run and I will run with you.
William: I cannot run!

William: It is strange to think, I haven't seen you since a month. I have seen the new moon, but not you. I have seen sunsets and sunrises, but nothing of your beautiful face. The pieces of my broken heart are so small that they could be passed through the eye of a needle. I miss you like the sun misses the flower; like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct its light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to. I next compete in the city of Paris, I will find it empty and in the winter if you are not there. Hope guides me, that is what gets me through the day and the night. The hope that after your gone from my site, it will not be the last time that I look upon you.

William: I will not lose.
Jocelyn: Then you do not love me.

Jocelyn: Do not shush me, and spare him. Be gone! Go!

Prince Edward: If I may repay the kindness you once showed me. Take a knee...

[Keeping beat for a dance lesson]
Chaucer: And one and two and three and four and your hands should be light like a birdie on a branch. And one and two and three and four and Wat doesn't lead he follows like a girl.
[Wat punches him]
Chaucer: And one and two and twirlie twirlie twirlie! And one and two and you're still getting it wrong! And one and two and three and four you can hit me all day cause you punch like a... what?
Roland: A girl!

William: Where will we live? In my hovel? With the pigs inside during the winter so they won't freeze?
Jocelyn: Yes, William. With the pigs.

Roland: God love you, William.
William: I know, I know. 'Cause no one else will.

Jocelyn: Better a silly girl with a flower than a silly boy with a horse and a stick.
Wat: It's called a lance. Hello?

William: Love has given me wings so I must fly.

William: If I could ask God one thing, it would be to stop the moon. Stop the moon and make this night and your beauty last forever.

Wat: We're the sons of peasants. Glory, and riches, and stars are beyond our grasps. But a full stomach, that dream can come true.

[Watching William practice jousting]
Wat: I think he's getting worse.
Roland: He is getting worse.

William: Oi sir, What are you doing?
Chaucer: Uh.... Trudging, you know trudging?
[pause]
Chaucer: To trudge, the slow weary walk of a man that has nothing left in his life but the impulse to simply solider on.
William: Uhhh were you robbed?
Chaucer: Hahaha, funny really, yes, but at the same time a huge resounding no. It's more of an involuntary vow of poverty.

William: I'm Ulrich von Lichtenstein
Chaucer: I'm Richard the Lionheart pleased to meet you, no wait a minute I'm Charlemagne, no I'm... er... Saint John the Baptist.
[William draws a large knife]
William: All right, hold your tongue sir, or lose it.
Chaucer: Now you see that I do believe, sir Ulrich.

Wat: Uh, betray us, and I will fong you, until your insides are out, your outsides are in, your intrails will become your extrails I will w-rip ... all the p... ung. Pain, lots of pain.

Chaucer: Yes, behold my lord Ulrich, the rock, the hard place, like a wind from Geldland he sweeps by blown far from his homeland in search of glory and honor, we walk in the garden of his turbulence.
[crowd is silent, cricket noise]
Roland: Yeah.
Crowd: Yeahhhhh!

William: Your name lady, I still need to hear it.
Jocelyn: Sir hunter, you persist.
William: Well perhaps angels have no names, only beautiful faces.

Adhemar: And you are?
William: Well I am umm.
Adhemar: You've forgotten, or your name is sir um?
William: Ulrich von Lichenstein from Gelderland
Adhemar: Well I'd forget as well, what a mouthful.

Adhemar: Your armor sir.
William: What about it?
Adhemar: How stylish of you to joust in an antique, you'll start a new fashion if you win. My grandfather will be able to wear his in public again, and a shield, how quaint.
[William rides off]
Adhemar: Some of these poor country knights, little better then peasants

Chaucer: You're good. You're very good. My lords, my ladies, and every body else here not sitting on a cushion!
[crowd roars]
Chaucer: Today, today, you find yourselves equals.
[crowd roars]
Chaucer: For you are all equally blessed. For I have the pride, the privilege, nay, the pleasure of introducing to you to a knight, sired by knights. A knight who can trace his lineage back beyond Charlemagne. I first met him atop a mountain near Jerusalem, praying to god, asking his forgiveness for the Saracen blood spilt by his sword, next he amazed me still farther in Italy when he saved a fatherless beauty from the would be ravishing of her dreadful Turkish uncle
[crowd, boo]
Chaucer: In Greece he spent a year in silence just to better understand the sound of a whisper. And so with out further gilding or lily and with no more ado I give to you, the seeker of serenity. The protector of Italian virginity. The enforcer of our lord god. The one the only Sir Ulllrrrich von Lichenstein
[crowd roars]
Chaucer: Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week.

Roland: Well that was different.
Chaucer: Well it's time we celebrate our differences.
Roland: Just maybe not in public.

Chaucer: Yes master Falhurst I'm well aware a good fonging is on the way.

Chaucer: Now I got their attention, you go and win their hearts.

Chaucer: Very good.
William: Was she watching? Geoff.
Chaucer: What?
William: Did she see me?
Chaucer: Yes she saw you.
William: Did she see me take the hit?
Chaucer: Yes she saw you take the hit.
William: Well was she concerned?
Chaucer: It was painful, her eyes welled up it was awful.

Adhemar's Herald: But this Lichenstein... his technique, rudimentary... style, non-existent. Still, he's fearless.

Chaucer: Are you mad, you knowingly endanger a member of the royal family.
William: He knowingly endangers himself.

Wat: Say something about her breasts.
Roland: Yeah, you miss her breasts.
William: Her breasts.
Chaucer: Ye... yes, you... you could, umm... umm... but I... I would tend to look above her breasts William.
William: Well I... I miss her throat.
Chaucer: Uh, still higher really, toward the heavens.
Kate: The moon at least, her breasts were not that impressive.

Chaucer: It's a small target Will, but aim for his heart.

Jocelyn: You shall call me a fox, for what am I to you, but a fox.
William: Then I shall call you a fox if I cannot have thy name, for thou art a foxy lady.

William: father am afraid, I wont know the way back home
John Thatcher: Don't be foolish, William, you just follow your feet

John Thatcher: Change your stars and live a better life than I have.

Roland: Well, Master Nude, having failed the test, have you any more to say.

Chaucer: I'm a writer
Wat: A what?
Chaucer: A writer. Jeffrey Chaucer the name, writing's the game. You've never read my book Tales of the Duchess? Well it was allegorical.
Roland: Well, we won't hold that against you.

Wat: You have been weighed
Roland: You have been measured
Kate: And you have been found..
Chaucer: most definitely wanting.
William: Welcome to New World. God help you, if it is his right to do so.

Roland, Wat, Chaucer & Kate: [Singing] He's blonde, he's pissed, he'll see you in the lists, Lichstenstein! He's blonde he's tanned, he comes from Gelderland, he comes from Gelderland! Gelderland, Gelderland.......

William: This is disastrous
Roland: [staring at the tent material] Nah, I think it'll tunic up quite nicely

Kate: It is romantic though.
Roland: Are you a girl or a blacksmith?
Kate: Sometimes I'm both.

William: I'll ride in his place.
Roland: What? What's your name? I'm asking you William Thatcher, what's your name? It's not lord, or earl, or duke or prince.. and it's definitely not King William.
William: A detail.
Roland: If they find out there'll be the devil to pay.
William: Then pray that they don't.

Adhemar: You have been weighed, you have been measured, and you have been found wanting. Come back when you're worthy.

William: [on asking Kate to mend his armor] Well they said I was stupid asking you.
Kate: Who?
William: The other blacksmiths.
Kate: Because I'm a woman?
William: No, that said you were great with horseshoes, but shite with armor. Being a woman never entered into it.

Wat: I don't understand women.
Chaucer: Nor do I. But they understand us. Well, maybe not you.

Chaucer: There she is, William! The embodiment of love! Your Venus!
William: Yes, how I hate her.

William: I've waited my whole life for this moment.
Wat: You've waited your whole life for Sir Ector to shite himself to death?

Adhemar: Why didnt ulrich finished him?
Jocelyn: He shows mercy.
Adhemar: Then he shows his weakness, that what mercy is

Jocelyn: Your name makes no matter to me, so long as I may call you my own.
William: Oh, but I am your own, Jocelyn.

Jocelyn: I dream of poetry, speak poetry to me.
William: Your breasts... are beneath your throat.

Jocelyn: What are you wearing to the banquet tonight?
William: Nothing.
Jocelyn: Well, that will create a sensation, for I shall dress to match.

Kate: With hope, love should end with hope

[trying to convince the squires to bet that William will win, when they believe the French knight will win]
French Squire 1: He is English on French soil!
French Squire 2: The French wine even makes you English sick to your stomachs!
French Squire 3: Even the Pope is French!
Roland: [finally gives in] The Pope may be French, but Jesus is English! We accept your bet!

Chaucer: I will eviscerate you in fiction. Every pimple, every character flaw. I was naked for a day, you will be naked for eternity.

Chaucer: All human activity lies within the artist's scope.
[Looks at Wat]
Chaucer: Maybe not yours.

Chaucer: I give the truth scope!

Wat: What do you mean, dead?
Roland: The spark of his life is smothered in shite. His spirit is gone but his stench remains. Does that answer your question?

William: I can't explain it. She makes me feel like a poet.
Roland: Well you may feel like a poet, but you sound like an idiot. You don't even know her name.

Chaucer: [Singing] He's quick, he's funny, he makes me lots of money, Lichstenstein! Lichstenstein!

Chaucer: We regret to inform your lady that my lord will not be attending ...
William: Herald, do not answer questions you do not know the answer to!
Chaucer: Absolutely, my lord.




	Home Jokes Film Quotes Boss Alert News Forum Links		Back to - Film Quotes - K Knight's Tale, A Adhemar: You have been weighed, you have been measured, and you have been found wanting. In what world could you possibly beat me? Prince Edward: Your men love you. If I knew nothing else about you, that would be enough. Roland: God love you William. So do I Jocelyn: Damn your pride William it is you and only you that will not see you run. William: My pride is the only thing that they cant take from me. Jocelyn: They can take it away from you, they can and they will. Oh they will. But love they cannot take. Jocelyn: Run and I will run with you. William: I cannot run! William: It is strange to think, I haven't seen you since a month. I have seen the new moon, but not you. I have seen sunsets and sunrises, but nothing of your beautiful face. The pieces of my broken heart are so small that they could be passed through the eye of a needle. I miss you like the sun misses the flower; like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct its light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to. I next compete in the city of Paris, I will find it empty and in the winter if you are not there. Hope guides me, that is what gets me through the day and the night. The hope that after your gone from my site, it will not be the last time that I look upon you. William: I will not lose. Jocelyn: Then you do not love me. Jocelyn: Do not shush me, and spare him. Be gone! Go! Prince Edward: If I may repay the kindness you once showed me. Take a knee... [Keeping beat for a dance lesson] Chaucer: And one and two and three and four and your hands should be light like a birdie on a branch. And one and two and three and four and Wat doesn't lead he follows like a girl. [Wat punches him] Chaucer: And one and two and twirlie twirlie twirlie! And one and two and you're still getting it wrong! And one and two and three and four you can hit me all day cause you punch like a... what? Roland: A girl! William: Where will we live? In my hovel? With the pigs inside during the winter so they won't freeze? Jocelyn: Yes, William. With the pigs. Roland: God love you, William. William: I know, I know. 'Cause no one else will. Jocelyn: Better a silly girl with a flower than a silly boy with a horse and a stick. Wat: It's called a lance. Hello? William: Love has given me wings so I must fly. William: If I could ask God one thing, it would be to stop the moon. Stop the moon and make this night and your beauty last forever. Wat: We're the sons of peasants. Glory, and riches, and stars are beyond our grasps. But a full stomach, that dream can come true. [Watching William practice jousting] Wat: I think he's getting worse. Roland: He is getting worse. William: Oi sir, What are you doing? Chaucer: Uh.... Trudging, you know trudging? [pause] Chaucer: To trudge, the slow weary walk of a man that has nothing left in his life but the impulse to simply solider on. William: Uhhh were you robbed? Chaucer: Hahaha, funny really, yes, but at the same time a huge resounding no. It's more of an involuntary vow of poverty. William: I'm Ulrich von Lichtenstein Chaucer: I'm Richard the Lionheart pleased to meet you, no wait a minute I'm Charlemagne, no I'm... er... Saint John the Baptist. [William draws a large knife] William: All right, hold your tongue sir, or lose it. Chaucer: Now you see that I do believe, sir Ulrich. Wat: Uh, betray us, and I will fong you, until your insides are out, your outsides are in, your intrails will become your extrails I will w-rip ... all the p... ung. Pain, lots of pain. Chaucer: Yes, behold my lord Ulrich, the rock, the hard place, like a wind from Geldland he sweeps by blown far from his homeland in search of glory and honor, we walk in the garden of his turbulence. [crowd is silent, cricket noise] Roland: Yeah. Crowd: Yeahhhhh! William: Your name lady, I still need to hear it. Jocelyn: Sir hunter, you persist. William: Well perhaps angels have no names, only beautiful faces. Adhemar: And you are? William: Well I am umm. Adhemar: You've forgotten, or your name is sir um? William: Ulrich von Lichenstein from Gelderland Adhemar: Well I'd forget as well, what a mouthful. Adhemar: Your armor sir. William: What about it? Adhemar: How stylish of you to joust in an antique, you'll start a new fashion if you win. My grandfather will be able to wear his in public again, and a shield, how quaint. [William rides off] Adhemar: Some of these poor country knights, little better then peasants Chaucer: You're good. You're very good. My lords, my ladies, and every body else here not sitting on a cushion! [crowd roars] Chaucer: Today, today, you find yourselves equals. [crowd roars] Chaucer: For you are all equally blessed. For I have the pride, the privilege, nay, the pleasure of introducing to you to a knight, sired by knights. A knight who can trace his lineage back beyond Charlemagne. I first met him atop a mountain near Jerusalem, praying to god, asking his forgiveness for the Saracen blood spilt by his sword, next he amazed me still farther in Italy when he saved a fatherless beauty from the would be ravishing of her dreadful Turkish uncle [crowd, boo] Chaucer: In Greece he spent a year in silence just to better understand the sound of a whisper. And so with out further gilding or lily and with no more ado I give to you, the seeker of serenity. The protector of Italian virginity. The enforcer of our lord god. The one the only Sir Ulllrrrich von Lichenstein [crowd roars] Chaucer: Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week. Roland: Well that was different. Chaucer: Well it's time we celebrate our differences. Roland: Just maybe not in public. Chaucer: Yes master Falhurst I'm well aware a good fonging is on the way. Chaucer: Now I got their attention, you go and win their hearts. Chaucer: Very good. William: Was she watching? Geoff. Chaucer: What? William: Did she see me? Chaucer: Yes she saw you. William: Did she see me take the hit? Chaucer: Yes she saw you take the hit. William: Well was she concerned? Chaucer: It was painful, her eyes welled up it was awful. Adhemar's Herald: But this Lichenstein... his technique, rudimentary... style, non-existent. Still, he's fearless. Chaucer: Are you mad, you knowingly endanger a member of the royal family. William: He knowingly endangers himself. Wat: Say something about her breasts. Roland: Yeah, you miss her breasts. William: Her breasts. Chaucer: Ye... yes, you... you could, umm... umm... but I... I would tend to look above her breasts William. William: Well I... I miss her throat. Chaucer: Uh, still higher really, toward the heavens. Kate: The moon at least, her breasts were not that impressive. Chaucer: It's a small target Will, but aim for his heart. Jocelyn: You shall call me a fox, for what am I to you, but a fox. William: Then I shall call you a fox if I cannot have thy name, for thou art a foxy lady. William: father am afraid, I wont know the way back home John Thatcher: Don't be foolish, William, you just follow your feet John Thatcher: Change your stars and live a better life than I have. Roland: Well, Master Nude, having failed the test, have you any more to say. Chaucer: I'm a writer Wat: A what? Chaucer: A writer. Jeffrey Chaucer the name, writing's the game. You've never read my book Tales of the Duchess? Well it was allegorical. Roland: Well, we won't hold that against you. Wat: You have been weighed Roland: You have been measured Kate: And you have been found.. Chaucer: most definitely wanting. William: Welcome to New World. God help you, if it is his right to do so. Roland, Wat, Chaucer & Kate: [Singing] He's blonde, he's pissed, he'll see you in the lists, Lichstenstein! He's blonde he's tanned, he comes from Gelderland, he comes from Gelderland! Gelderland, Gelderland....... William: This is disastrous Roland: [staring at the tent material] Nah, I think it'll tunic up quite nicely Kate: It is romantic though. Roland: Are you a girl or a blacksmith? Kate: Sometimes I'm both. William: I'll ride in his place. Roland: What? What's your name? I'm asking you William Thatcher, what's your name? It's not lord, or earl, or duke or prince.. and it's definitely not King William. William: A detail. Roland: If they find out there'll be the devil to pay. William: Then pray that they don't. Adhemar: You have been weighed, you have been measured, and you have been found wanting. Come back when you're worthy. William: [on asking Kate to mend his armor] Well they said I was stupid asking you. Kate: Who? William: The other blacksmiths. Kate: Because I'm a woman? William: No, that said you were great with horseshoes, but shite with armor. Being a woman never entered into it. Wat: I don't understand women. Chaucer: Nor do I. But they understand us. Well, maybe not you. Chaucer: There she is, William! The embodiment of love! Your Venus! William: Yes, how I hate her. William: I've waited my whole life for this moment. Wat: You've waited your whole life for Sir Ector to shite himself to death? Adhemar: Why didnt ulrich finished him? Jocelyn: He shows mercy. Adhemar: Then he shows his weakness, that what mercy is Jocelyn: Your name makes no matter to me, so long as I may call you my own. William: Oh, but I am your own, Jocelyn. Jocelyn: I dream of poetry, speak poetry to me. William: Your breasts... are beneath your throat. Jocelyn: What are you wearing to the banquet tonight? William: Nothing. Jocelyn: Well, that will create a sensation, for I shall dress to match. Kate: With hope, love should end with hope [trying to convince the squires to bet that William will win, when they believe the French knight will win] French Squire 1: He is English on French soil! French Squire 2: The French wine even makes you English sick to your stomachs! French Squire 3: Even the Pope is French! Roland: [finally gives in] The Pope may be French, but Jesus is English! We accept your bet! Chaucer: I will eviscerate you in fiction. Every pimple, every character flaw. I was naked for a day, you will be naked for eternity. Chaucer: All human activity lies within the artist's scope. [Looks at Wat] Chaucer: Maybe not yours. Chaucer: I give the truth scope! Wat: What do you mean, dead? Roland: The spark of his life is smothered in shite. His spirit is gone but his stench remains. Does that answer your question? William: I can't explain it. She makes me feel like a poet. Roland: Well you may feel like a poet, but you sound like an idiot. You don't even know her name. Chaucer: [Singing] He's quick, he's funny, he makes me lots of money, Lichstenstein! Lichstenstein! Chaucer: We regret to inform your lady that my lord will not be attending ... William: Herald, do not answer questions you do not know the answer to! Chaucer: Absolutely, my lord.