Rebecca: My heart is breaking, Father.
Isaac of York: My heart broke long ago. But it serves me still.
Minor Role: Milord, there is a stranger at your gate who begs shelter. He is a Jew who calls himself Isaac of York.
Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert: I share no roof with an infidel.
Wamba: Why not, sir knight? For every Jew you show me who's not a Christian, l'll show you a Christian who's not a Christian.
Wamba: A gentleman at last, and my first task is to steal a horse!
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.
Isaac of York: I heard the jester call you "lvanhoe." But lvanhoe is Cedric's son, and Cedric called him dead. Who are you, then?
Ivanhoe: I am King Richard's envoy. Does that make us friends or foes?
Isaac of York: It does not make you my foe, sire, but then, I am allowed no king.
Ivanhoe: Why not?
Isaac of York: Because I am allowed no country. I am deeply in your debt, sire. Tell me how I can repay you.
Ivanhoe: I seek 150,000 marks of silver - the price of Richard's ransom from Leopold of Austria.
Isaac of York: Glance around you, sire. What you see is all we've saved from every home we tried to make. A toy or two from every land that cast us out. I am not a rich man, Sir lvanhoe.
Ivanhoe: No, but you are the patriarch of your tribe. Tell your people Richard must be ransomed. They will find the wealth.
Isaac of York: I see you love Richard, sire, but he was no friend to my people. Our synagogues were looted to send him on his crusades.
Ivanhoe: Do you prefer the persecution of his brother, John?
Isaac of York: There is little to choose between Black John and Richard, yea and nay, if you are a Jew.
Ivanhoe: Then I pledge you this, Isaac. You're a race without a home or a country. Deliver Richard, and he will deliver your people from persecution.
Isaac of York: My friend, you ask for more than we can give. - And you offer more than Richard can give.
Ivanhoe: Do you doubt my word? Write down whatever terms you want. I shall sign them in King Richard's name.
Isaac of York: We shall need no pledge on paper, you and I. Let Richard promise this instead. Let him promise justice to each man whether he be Saxon or Norman or Jew... for justice belongs to all men or it belongs to none.
Ivanhoe: But that is a Christian teaching.
Isaac of York: Strange as it may be, sire, we are taught it too.
Wamba: A cow jumped the moon, but a fool he jumps higher, from Wamba the serf, to Wamba the squire.