Little John: Well, well, Brother Tuck...with company! I send you out to bag us some lunch, and this is what you bring back. I must say, your aim is improving!
Friar Tuck: This is Isadora. I found her.
Nasir: I found this.
[holds up an arrow]
Will Scarlet: Oh, that's wonderful, that is. An arrow! I got enough arrows of me own!
Nasir: [sighs] It's a sign.
Raven: I'm a soldier, Mortimer, so are all of us. You take that scully there; he used to be page to a knight chevalier, before he cut the man's throat to follow me. We fought three years for God in the Crusades. The Holy War!
Raven: Three stinking, lousy years in the heat and the dust and the filth. Dying of thirst, starvation, and disease before we even set eyes on a Saracen. They promised us a seat in heaven, and they sent us to hell. So now we work for ourselves, as soldiers of fortune, and this village has just had the misfortune to get in our way.