Wamba: A cow jumped the moon, but a fool he jumps higher, from Wamba the serf, to Wamba the squire.
Wamba: A gentleman at last, and my first task is to steal a horse!
Rebecca: My heart is breaking, Father.
Isaac of York: My heart broke long ago. But it serves me still.
Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert: Rebecca, you must blame the fates that it was I who loved you, and not Ivanhoe - for you were always mine, and only mine - God keep you.
Rebecca: My lady, in death he spoke the truth.
Lady Rowena: Do you still love Ivanhoe?
Rebecca: No, my lady. I stole a little happiness, perhaps - but not from you - or him - only from my dreams.
Rebecca: I love you - and I must not feel it - yet Ivanhoe I love you, with all the longing in this lonely world.
King Richard the Lionhearted: Before me kneels a nation divided - rise as one man, and that one, for England!
Sir Cedric: Delayed? How so?
Wamba: Well, when I heard Normans were approaching I ran to lock up my wife. But, she'd also heard they were approaching, and locked me up instead.