Lady Edith: War, war! That's all you ever think about, Dick Plantagenet! You burner, you pillager!
[Sir Kenneth tries to steal a kiss]
Lady Edith: No, no, my dearly betrothed. Richard would set the headsman on your neck - he has said as much.
Sir Kenneth: Then kiss me quickly, my bonnie, while these lips are still warm.
Lady Edith: No, no! (they kiss) Ah, this is a pleasant madness.
Sir Kenneth: A lunacy with which I would love to be afflicted... to the end of my life. If Richard would take my life, I must kiss softly.
Saladin: May the Seven Doves rest on your shoulders.
Sir Kenneth: Doves or vultures, you slippery infidel?
Saladin: Come, I invite you to share the waters of the oasis with me.
Lady Edith: I'm a Plantagenet, yet somehow I feel less proud. I'm beginning to despise war. The dread, the wondering each time you ride away if you'll come back among the living.
Saladin: These strange pale-eyed Goths, they show their hearts like the bumps on a pomegranate.
King Richard I: Loyalty - as high a virtue as majesty sometimes.