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Milady de Winter: To you there are only two types of woman: Mother Mary: the Virgin, and Mary Magdelene: the whore. Don't you ever consider normal people?
Milady de Winter: For me religion is a stick to lean on. For you it is a stick to beat others to death with.
Milady de Winter: You were my "everything" and I was your crystal...
Athos: ...angel...
Rochefort: Milady de Winter, you are late!
Milady de Winter: I'm not late. You're just always early.
Milady de Winter: What happened to those days? Will that summer ever come back? Will the cold be driven away? Don't look back: look ahead. Feel the warmth of the sun on your skin and give us one more chance: what do you say? What do you say? What do you say?
Milady de Winter: [
Breaks down in tears on ATHOS' shoulder]
Athos: [
holds MILADY and almost kisses her but pushes her away]
Athos: [
to ARAMIS and PORTHOS who are behind MILADY, unseen to her] What is your verdict?
Aramis: Death
Porthos: Death
Milady de Winter: Athos? No
Athos: [
draws his sword]
Milady de Winter: No, Athos, no!
[
turns and throws herself from the tower]
Athos: [
running to the parapet] NO!
Milady de Winter: When I was young I was forced by a priest to commit sins of the flesh. The church found out and branded me: condemned to not be loved. I married but that failed once my husband learned about my younger days and yet I've kept believing that true love will prevail...
MiLady DeWinter: I need a bath. I reek of England and Calvinism.
Athos: [
the Musketeers have captured MiLady] As the Comte de la Fere; with the rights of high, middle and low justice, I accuse this woman of the murder of Constance de Bonacieux. How say you?
Aramis: Death.
Porthos: Death.
D'Artagnan: [
Hesitating] Death.
Athos: Death.
MiLady DeWinter: No! You have no power of justice over me! D'Artagnan! If you love me; do not let them do this!
Athos: Make one move to save her, D'Artagnan and we will cross swords; and this time, I swear I will kill you.
MiLady DeWinter: I have affairs to be settled.
Cardinal Richelieu: I'm not concerned with your affairs.
MiLady DeWinter: I would wish it.
Cardinal Richelieu: I'm not concerned with your wishes, Milady.
Athos: And you mark this: you kill Buckingham or have him killed, it's no matter to me. He's an Englishman and an enemy. But you touch one hair of D'Artagnan's head and I swear, as God is my judge, I'll break you on the wheel with my own hand.
MiLady DeWinter: No. Monsieur D'Artagnan has assaulted me, insulted me ...
Athos: [
shouts] Since when has it been possible to insult *you*, Madame?
MiLady DeWinter: And he will die for it.
Athos: [
produces a pistol] Have you ever seen a woman shot in the stomach? You know me, Milady. Give me the papers the Cardinal wrote just now. I'll give you five seconds.
Duke of Buckingham: [
upon learning that Milady had planned to kill him] Trust to the Cardinal to employ every diplomatic argument. At least it relieves my conscience of any doubts I may have had of assisting the French rebels.
MiLady DeWinter: I shall inform His Eminence.
Duke of Buckingham: Lady, you'll inform no one! You came here as an ambassadress, but by God, you'll *stay* here as an assassin!
Lady de Winter: Your Eminence is a great player - great enough to lose. I do not like to lose.
Cardinal Richelieu: You must suit yourself, Milady. But if in the end you should, do it with a becoming grace.
Lady de Winter: But, your grace, how can you trust me with such a confidence? What if I refuse to go to England?
Richelieu: Can there be anybody more trustworthy, Milady, than an ambitious woman of fashion... with a history?