The Prisoner of Zenda (1952)
King Rudolf V: You're a good fellow. Oh, you're English, but you're a good fellow.
Rudolf Rassendyll: I know my clothes are a little conservative, but we English always dress as if we're going to a funeral when we're on a holiday.
Rupert of Hentzau: [referring to the King] He's in a woodcutter's cabin. Oh, and by the way, royal blood is not blue as most people think. It's red. I know because I had to spill a little.
Rudolf Rassendyll: I probably looked like a prize idiot and talked like one too.
Princess Flavia: You're too modest. You really looked and acted like a King today.
Rudolf Rassendyll: Oh, thank you.
Princess Flavia: It was delightfully unexpected.
Rudolf Rassendyll: Oh.
Rupert of Hentzau: I'm glad you stopped lying to me. I hate being lied to by women. They never did before. I always lied to them.
Rudolf Rassendyll: I was hoping that our skeleton was safe at home in our family cupboard.
Fritz von Tarlenheim: Some skeletons are prodigious travelers.
Rudolf Rassendyll: Well I think everything went off very well don't you? For a coronation. I mean, that is, not that a coronation shouldn't go well. Provided the king puts in an appearance suitably dressed and suitably rehearsed.
Princess Flavia: And suitably sober.
Rudolf Rassendyll: And suitably sober! Yes, I was hoping you would notice that.
Rudolf Rassendyll: [having difficulty putting on the King's ring] I hope the crown's a better fit.
Rudolf Rassendyll: But surely, no woman in her right senses would prefer the duke to you.
Rupert of Hentzau: Women are never in their right senses, thank goodness!
Rupert of Hentzau: Somebody once called fidelity the fading woman's greatest weapon, the charming woman's greatest hypocrisy, and you're very charming.
King Rudolf V: You must forgive me if I seem a little slow, but it's a bit early in the day to see double. Even for me.
Rudolf Rassendyll: I hope your trout take as much interest in me as you do. I shan't be able to land them fast enough.
King Rudolf V: I propose a toast.
Man: Here here!
Fritz von Tarlenheim: Another toast!
King Rudolf V: A toast to... have we anybody left?
Rudolf Rassendyll: Your brother Michael, perhaps?
King Rudolf V: We drink to Michael in vinegar, my friend, not in good wine.
Rudolf Rassendyll: [when his life is threatened by Hentzau] Half my kingdom... for a match.
Michael, Duke of Strelsau: How badly did you wound him?
Rupert of Hentzau: Not fatally, I'm afraid. But the cabin is very damp, your highness - he could easily develop pneumonia...
Michael, Duke of Strelsau: And let the Englishman reign for the rest of his life? Could we ever expose him?
Rupert of Hentzau: That hadn't occurred to me.
Michael, Duke of Strelsau: But if the Englishman died first, and was buried in the cathedral as the King...
Rupert of Hentzau: There are moments in your presence, your highness, when I feel myself an amateur.