The Court Jester (1955)
Glynis Johns: Maid Jean
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Quotes
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Griselda : Listen. I have put a pellet of poison in one of the vessels.
Hawkins : Which one?
Griselda : The one with the figure of a pestle.
Hawkins : The vessel with the pestle?
Griselda : Yes. But you don't want the vessel with the pestle, you want the chalice from the palace!
Hawkins : I don't want the vessel with the pestle, I want the chalice from... the what?
Jean : The chalice from the palace!
Hawkins : Hmmm?
Griselda : It's a little crystal chalice with a figure of a palace.
Hawkins : The chalice from the palace has the pellet with the poison?
Griselda : No, the pellet with the poison's in the vessel with the pestle.
Hawkins : Oh, oh, the pestle with the vessel.
Jean : The vessel with the pestle.
Hawkins : What about the palace from the chalice?
Griselda : Not the palace from the chalice! The chalice from the palace!
Hawkins : Where's the pellet with the poison?
Griselda : In the vessel with the pestle.
Griselda : The chalice from the palace has the brew that is true.
Jean : Don't you see? The pellet with the poison's in the vessel with the pestle.
Griselda : The chalice from the palace has the brew that is true!
Jean : It's so easy, I can say it.
Hawkins : Well then you fight him!
Griselda : Listen carefully. The pellet with the poison's in the vessel with the pestle, the chalice from the palace has the brew that is true.
Hawkins : The pellet with the poison's in the vessel with the pestle, the chalice from the palace has the brew that is true.
Jean : Good man!
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King : Would you grant the king a little kiss?
Jean : Oh, certainly, sire, and don't worry. They say it isn't catching.
King : Oh, you are a little... catching?
Jean : Just because it runs in the family doesn't mean that everyone has it. Kiss me, sire!
King : Has it? Has what?
Jean : Don't I please you, sire?
King : Oh, yes, yes, but, eh, these brothers and cousins and uncles...
Jean : And aunts. But let us not talk about their swollen, twisted, pain ridden bodies. Hold me, take me in your arms, tell me I am yours!
King : But this, this uh writhing on the floor...
Jean : In agony.
King : How - how does one catch this thing?
Jean : Oh, the touch of a hand, the brush of a lip, but let us not spoil this moment!
King : What is this dreadful thing called?
Jean : Breckenridge's Scourge.
King : Who's Breckenridge.
Jean : My father!
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Hawkins : After months of pleading for just this kind of action, what makes you think that anybody, anybody could make me reveal the identity of my confederate?
Jean : Because they'd put you on the rack, crack your every bone, scald you with hot oil, and remove the nails off your fingers with flaming hot pincers.
Hawkins : I'd... like to withdraw the question.
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Jean : I'm sorry I... I spoke in the manner I did. I was wrong.
Hawkins : Y-Yes, Captain.
Jean : There's something else I'd like to say.
Hawkins : Yes?
Jean : I *am* a woman... and I do have feelings.
Hawkins : I-I... I find it hard to believe that... the captain could ever be fond of a man who... isn't a fighter.
Jean : Sometimes tenderness and kindness can also make a man. A very rare man.
Hawkins : Could the captain ever... could the captain ever entertain thoughts of... marriage with such a man?
Jean : Yes, Hawkins. I think she could. And would. If things were different.
Hawkins : How dif-different?
Jean : The infant on the throne and... our fight for freedom won.
Hawkins : Why does such a little girl have to do such a big job?
Jean : It's the way I was brought up. My father's influence. You see, my father made me everything I am.
Hawkins : He does beautiful work.
Jean : [as she talks, he tenderly kisses her around the mouth] He taught me how to... love freedom and... hate injustice... the use of... of weapons and... how to fight. In fact... I think he... he really wanted me to... be a boy.
Hawkins : [she gives him a passionate kiss] Too bad. You'd have made a wonderful girl.
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Giacomo : A thousand apologies for this intrusion, but may I beg shelter and warmth from this miserable storm?
Jean : Who are you?
Giacomo : A stranger in this land, young woman, but not for long. I am Giacomo of the continent, the king's new jester.
Jean : The court jester?
Hawkins : Giacomo?
Giacomo : Giacomo the incomparable! King of jesters and jester of kings!
Jean : Well, where are you from?
Giacomo : Most recently, the Italian court, but I've entertained in all the courts of Europe and speak a ready wit in their every tongue.
Jean : Hawkins, we are indeed honored that our humble hut should shelter one who tomorrow will be an intimate of the king.
Hawkins : With access to his chambers.
Jean : But how will they know you? Are you sure that no one at the castle has ever seen your face?
Giacomo : Not yet, but I assure you, ere another sun has set, the entire court of England will succumb to the charm, wit, and song of the Incomparable Giacomo, king of jesters...
Jean : [knocking him out] And jester to the king.
