Little John: Well-shot! He's eaten his last lamb. Worth a bit too. The lord'll give us six pennies for his head.
Much: Six pennies for a wolf's head?
Little John: Aye, a wolf's head. Ours were worth more.
Robert de Rainault: And to illustrate my good will, you can have Gisburne for free.
Sir Guy of Gisburne: My lord, I...
Robert de Rainault: Don't argue, Gisburne; you could do with the exercise. Oh, and by the way, no shields for the men. I don't want Owen to know where the soldiers came from.
Herne the Hunter: Why have you come?
Robert of Huntingdon: I need your help.
Herne the Hunter: Why must I give it?
Robert of Huntingdon: Because I am Herne's Son.
Herne the Hunter: Are you? You told me he was dead. Denied your destiny, deserted those who would have followed you. But Marion is in danger. And so you return.
Robert of Huntingdon: What must I do?
Herne the Hunter: The powers of light and darkness will lead you. In the past lies what is to come.
Edward of Wickham: Good luck to you, Robert of Huntingdon.
Robert of Huntingdon: That life is over.
Edward of Wickham: Of Sherwood, then.
Robert of Huntingdon: May Herne protect us.
Sir Guy of Gisburne: This morning I remembered where I'd seen the animal before. I never forget a horse.
Robert de Rainault: I'm sure you don't, Gisburne.
Robert de Rainault: Tell me this: why should Robert of Huntingdon, heir to vast estates and several castles, concern himself with a gang of outlaws?
Sir Guy of Gisburne: Marion of Leaford.
[the Sheriff chokes on his wine]
Little John: Lichfield!
Friar Tuck: Eh?
Little John: Lichfield. That's where his brother lives! I knew it began with L.
Friar Tuck: And it'll end in 'ell if I know Scarlet.
Sir Guy of Gisburne: Did you dance in Sherwood? What's the matter? Don't you remember, Lady Wolfshead?
The Earl of Huntingdon: It's no use dwelling on the past. Some things are better forgotten.
Lady Marion: SOME things, my lord.
Lady: So that's Marion of Leaford.
Lady: She should have been hanged.
Lady: Why wasn't she?
Lady: The King pardoned her.
Lady: Was she grateful?
Lady: Why else would he pardon her?
Herne the Hunter: You're Herne's Son. You must lead them.
Robert of Huntingdon: Herne's Son is dead.
Herne the Hunter: Robin of Loxley is dead. Herne's Son lives again in you.
Robert of Huntingdon: No! It is finished.
Herne the Hunter: You were chosen.
Robert of Huntingdon: You called, and I answered. His followers are safe. It's enough!
Herne the Hunter: You are The Hooded Man.
Robert of Huntingdon: Farewell, Herne.
Herne the Hunter: You will return. You must!