The Scarlet Pimpernel (1934)
Percy Blakeney: They seek him here, they seek him there, / Those Frenchies seek him everywhere. / Is he in heaven? Or is he in hell? / That damned elusive Pimpernel!
Lady Marguerite Blakeney: Oh but Percy, through me, a good, a generous man my lose his life. Oh Percy, what can I do? How can I warn him?
Percy Blakeney: Warn him? Against what?
Lady Marguerite Blakeney: Against the danger if he goes back to France.
Percy Blakeney: Well, if he's the kind of lunatic I take him to be, your warning's not going to stop him.
Lady Marguerite Blakeney: But he might be going to his death.
Percy Blakeney: That's all the fellow lives for. Besides, he doesn't know you're in love with him.
Lady Marguerite Blakeney: I'm not in love with him! I admire his head of wisdom, but I'm not in love with him.
Percy Blakeney: Oh, but you are. It's a dangerous game, my dear. Falling in love with a phantom. For all you know, he might be a married man who is deeply in love with his wife.
Percy Blakeney: [before reciting his poem to Winterbottom] Slap me, I'm bubbling over with good humor this morning. Would you believe me, I've just written a masterpiece.
Col. Winterbottom: Who, sir? You, sir?
Percy Blakeney: Me, sir
Col. Winterbottom: No, sir.
Percy Blakeney: Yes, sir. All about this mysterious Pimpernel fellow. How it came to me Heaven only knows, because it was the busiest moment of the day. Damn me, I was tying my cravat.
Citizen Chauvelin: [after reciting his poem to Chauvelin] Delightful.
Percy Blakeney: What?
Citizen Chauvelin: Especially that line, "Those Frenchies seek him everywhere."
Percy Blakeney: Yes, I like that, too, because you see, I hear that they do and that gives the line a sort of something... sort of gives it... uh... uh... something. Uh... u-uh... if I make myself clear.
Citizen Chauvelin: Clear as crystal.
Percy Blakeney: Open up your sleeves, man. Let your ruffles take the air. Let them flow. Let them ripple.
Prince of Wales: Why, damn me, Percy, you're brainless, spineless, useless: But you do know clothes!
Lady Marguerite Blakeney: Can't you rise above trivialities for once?
Percy Blakeney: Can't rise above anything more than three syllables, my dear - never could.
Armand St. Just: [of Marguerite's betrayal of St-Cyr] So that is why you ceased to love her. What a tragedy.
Percy Blakeney: Ceased? I shall love her until the day I die. That's the tragedy.
Percy Blakeney: I'm in love.
Elderly citizen of Boulogne: It's the wife of another man!
Percy Blakeney: No it's my own.
Percy Blakeney: Magnificent fight this afternoon, my dear. Gad! That Mendoza's got quick ears. In the 10th round, when Jackson had him down, I shouted, "Get up, Mendoza!" And damn me, he did and sink me, he won!
Elderly citizen of Boulogne: We shall have to teach perfidious Albion a lesson!
Percy Blakeney: [to fellow-members of League disguised as French soldiers] It won't take *us* long to cross the Channel, eh boys?
Sir Andrew Ffoulkes: Know her? Everyone in London knows Lady Blakeney.
Lady Marguerite Blakeney: Can you honestly deny that you've changed?