Athos: The next time we meet, one of us will die!
Athos: You have the heart of a king.
Athos: No, wait. With a king it is so.
[meaning the way Philippe is holding the goblet]
Athos: [he shows him, pinching the goblet between thumb and forefinger]
Athos: Servants have touched the goblet of the King, therefor he will touch it as little as possible. Again.
[Phillippe tries it and the goblet slips from his fingers, crashing onto his plate and spilling onto everything]
Phillippe: I am sorry!
Athos: No. No! Do not be sorry! There are no mistakes when you are the King! You must never apologize. The King cares for nothing and for no one.
Phillippe: Is that the kind of king you wish me to be? Or do you say this to me because your son is dead?
[Athos is silent, he shoves back from the table and turns away]
Phillippe: Forgive me, I would never mean to disrespect...
Athos: I am not... I am not angry with you. Do you understand? Good. Of course we wish you to be a good king. But first you must pass as Louis, and Louis is cold and cruel. The eyes of this King say that he cares for nothing at all but himself. You eyes ask too much. You shouldn't care about... about me... you shouldn't care...
[his voice breaks]
Athos: You mustn't ask about my son...
[he leaves the room, weeping]
Louis: D'Artagnan, I am not angry with you. I knew you would lead me to them, and so you have. Lay down your sword and I will not punish you. I will let you retire in peace, and I will give your friends a swift execution, if you surrender NOW!
Aramis: Perhaps you should take his offer. We're dead anyway.
Porthos: He's right, D'Artagnan.
Phillippe: Wait. Bargain me to Louis for all your lives. You've done your best. Please let me go.
D'Artagnan: No, I cannot do it. Even if I could give up my king, I could never give up my son.
[they all look at him, thunderstruck]
Phillippe: Your son?
D'Artagnan: I loved your mother. I love her still. You are my son. I never knew you existed. And I never felt pride as a father... until this moment.
Athos: What is Porthos doing?
Aramis: Walking into the barn naked, or so it would seem.
Athos: But what is he doing?
Aramis: About to hang himself, I suppose; he's been threatening to do it for months.
Athos: Hang himself?
Aramis: The King has ordered me to seek out the secret general of the Jesuits and kill him.
Porthos: You should let the secret general worry about that.
Aramis: Therein is the problem. I am he. I am the general of the order of Jesuits.
Phillippe: I've worn that mask so long I don't feel safe without it.
Aramis: If Porthos is determined to end his life, he's bound to seek the opportunity, isn't he?
King Louis XIV: It is good that you watch me, D'Artagnan, but I fear you watch me too closely.
Aramis: You grow fond of him. That is good.
Porthos: [the Musketeers have just broken into the Bastille to free Philippe] It worked!
Athos: Of course; it's a prison. There's no trouble getting in, the problems will come when we want to get out.
Phillippe: Put this man away where no one will hear his insanity. Let him be fed by a deaf-mute but feed him well.
Phillippe: You were the one in the mask.
Aramis: Why are you so glum?
Porthos: I expected action. There was no fighting, there was no killing. I was useless.
Aramis: Porthos, I grow tired of this attitude. You're surrounded by beauty, by intrigue, by danger. What more can a man want? The robins are singing, the pigeons are cooing. Can't you listen to their song?
[he walks off in disgust; Porthos takes off his hat when something falls on it to reveal it's bird-dung]
Lt. Andre: All my life, all I ever wanted to be was him.
[the Four Musketeers and Phillipe are trapped by riflemen at the other end of the hallway]
Aramis: D'Artagnan... They're young Musketeers. They've been weaned on our legends. They revere us. It is an advantage.
Porthos: Yes. Why don't we charge them?
D'Artagnan: I trained these men. They will fight to the death. But if we must die - if WE must die - let it be like this.
[He draws his sword and points it at the floor. Aramis, Porthos, and Athos, join their swords with his]
Athos: One for all. All for one.
Lt. Andre: Musketeers, SALUTE
[they raise flags and draw swords into an arch]
Musketiers: ALL FOR ONE, ONE FOR ALL
Queen Anne: Aramis!
Aramis: I have come to ask whether you believe that just as one lie can destroy a life, so one truth can make it whole again.
Queen Anne: I have prayed every day for such a miracle.
[Athos and Aramis hear Porthos scream]
Athos: What happened?
Porthos: Kidney stones. It hurts when I piss. It hurts when I shit. I'm just a fat old fart with nothing to live for anymore. I'm going to hang myself, as soon as I'm sober.
Athos: It has everything to do with it. The king is a dog. A dog and a coward.
Aramis: When I discover the identity of this Jesuit rebel, I will kill both him and the man who told me.
Athos: You're the traitor.
Louis: You're the new chief advisor. Execute him for distributing rotten food.
Louis: Of all the wonders I have seen, I've never looked upon anything as beautiful as you.
[a rioting crowd throws rotten food at D'Artagnan; he draws his sword and slashes the fruit in mid-air, then skewers a tomato. The crowd is awed into silence. He bites the tomato, then grimaces and spits it out]
D'Artagnan: You are right. It is rotten. I will speak to the King myself. You have my word.
[Porthos brings three wenches to Aramis' apartment, but they find him at prayer]
Porthos: Sorry, my dears. You would have enjoyed it too. He's hung like a donkey.
Wench: So are you.
Porthos: Really? He's been asleep for so long, I've forgotten about him.
Lt. Andre: [after Louis has killed D'Artagnan] All my life, all I ever wanted to be... was him.
Aramis: I have prayed every day for forgiveness. But now I realize that forgiveness must come from you before it can come from God.
Louis: You think my affairs are empty...
D'Artagnan: I think that it is possible for one man to love one woman all his life and be the better for it, yes.
Porthos: I love Paris, I love life, and I love you.
Athos: Is that just because you are holier than everybody else?
Aramis: Well, there is that, but also because I'm more intelligent than everybody else.
Louis: D'Artagnan, you will hunt down Porthos, Athos, and Aramis, and bring me their heads, or I will have yours. And as for you, my brother, back to the prison you will go, and into the mask you hate. Wear it 'til you love it! And die in it.
Louis: The next time there are rioters, shoot them.
D'Artagnan: Anne, to love you is treason against France. But not to love you is treason against my heart.
D'Artagnan: You are constantly surrounded by beautiful women. Do you love any of them?
Louis: Quite frequently, actually.
Aramis: We are offering you the chance to be King.
Phillippe: No, you are offering me the chance to pretend to be King.
Aramis: You are surrounded by beauty, by intrigue, by danger, what more can a man want?
D'Artagnan: Your people are most anxious to love you, but they are eating rotten food and sometimes none at all.
King Louis XIV: Riots? But Paris is the most beautiful city in the world. Why would my people feel anything but pride and contentment?
King Louis XIV: There is more of me to love than a crown.
Athos: What gives you the right to judge me, to play God with the lives of others? Is it because you're so much holier than everyone else?
Aramis: Well yes, there is that. But also because I'm more intelligent than anybody else.
D'Artagnan: Anne, I know that to love you is a treason against France, but not to love you is a treason against my heart.
Queen Anne: Then we will both die traitors, D'Artagnan.
Porthos: I'd rather die covered in blood than an old man lying in my own piss.
Phillippe: I wear the mask. It does not wear me.
Aramis: Sometimes there are more important things in life than a good pair of tits.
Porthos: Really? If you can name me one thing that is more sublime than the feel of a plump, pink nipple between my lips, I'll build you a new cathedral.
Porthos: There... i am i forgiven? Come on... am i forgiven?
[play fight ensures between them]
King Louis XIV: Never underestimate the Dutch!
King Louis XIV: I may be a young king, but I am king!
Athos: D'Artagnan, I have never known a finer man than you nor cared more for a friend, but if this king harms my son merely to take a lover, then this king will become my enemy. And so will any man who stands between that enemy and me.
Athos: [to Phillipe] Once I, once all of us, believed in serving something greater than ourselves. Aramis had his faith, Porthos his lust for life, D'Artagnan his devotion and I had Raoul. But we all had a common dream. That one day we would finally be able to serve a king who was worthy of the throne. It is what we dreamt, what we bled for, and what we have waited a lifetime to see. I taught Raoul to believe in that dream, and now my son is dead. And now I want to know if my son's life was in vain, and the only person who can answer that is you.
Athos: You want me to do the impossible and you want me to do it alone?
Christine: I shall burn in Hell. So will you.
King Louis XIV: No, no my love. You shall burn in hell. But not. For I am King... ordained by God!
Aramis: I'm a genius, not an engineer.
Porthos: [he puts the rope around his neck and prepares to jump] Farewell cruel world... farewell to useless Porthos.
Athos: [Aramis and Athos are watching the building from the outside] What was that?
Aramis: It's all right; I sawed the beam.
[the building promptly collapses, and Athos stares at Aramis in disbelief]
Aramis: Well, I'm a genius, not an engineer!
Louis: Cowards! Twenty men run from four?
Lt. Andre: The corridor nullifies our numbers, and nobody has the stomach to fight the captain!
Aramis: Athos, if we fail in this - and we probably will - it will be an honor to die beside you.
Porthos: [a naked Porthos has tried to hang himself but failed] Aramis! You sawed the beam! You knew I would I try to hang myself and you sawed the beam! Admit it. Admit it!
Aramis: Of course I knew! And now that you've got the idea of killing yourself out of your head you can stop boring everyone and be useful for a change. And put some clothes on!
King Louis XIV: I hear there was an incident at the Musketeers' gate, where a man came intent on killing me. Is it our policy now to let would-be assassins go free, d'Artagnan?
D'Artagnan: He wished to kill his own pain. His son is dead. I can think of nothing worse.
King Louis XIV: What about losing your king?
D'Artagnan: That depends on the king.
Porthos: Stop praying and revel with me, Aramis! I need my spirits lifted. I'm old, I'm weak, my strength is gone.
Aramis: Porthos! I'm praying.
Porthos: I just said you're praying. Are you deaf, too? I know you're blind, because if you'd seen the tits that just walked out of here, you'd have tears in your eyes.
Athos: Is that just because you are holier than everybody else?
Aramis: Well, there is that, but also because I'm more intelegent than everybody else.
Aramis: [narrating] Some of this is legend, but at least this much is fact - when rioting citizens of France destroyed the Bastille, they discovered within its records this mysterious entry: Prisoner # 64389000 - The Man in the Iron Mask.
Phillippe: [to Athos after D'Artagnan's funeral ends] Athos... after all you have done, I must ask you one more service. Let me love you like a son to a father. And I pray you live for this: to love me like your son.
[Athos kisses Phillipe's breast and walks away]
Athos: I belong to the past, when uniforms were black and grown men wore them.