Robert de Rainault: [imprisoned in his own dungeon] Let me out!
The Old Prisoner: They'll never let you out of here, never! Will they, Arthur?
Robert de Rainault: Arthur?
[the Old Prisoner shows him his pet rat]
Robert de Rainault: Who are you?
The Old Prisoner: Feet first - it's the only way. It's the only way for the Sheriff of Nottingham.
Robert de Rainault: [sighs] I AM the Sheriff of Nottingham.
The Old Prisoner: You?
The Old Prisoner: You wait there, Arthur.
[sets the rat down]
The Old Prisoner: Twenty-seven years I've been here. I think it's twenty-seven years... and I want to ask you something.
Robert de Rainault: Well? What is it?
The Old Prisoner: When are they going to change the straw?
Sir Guy of Gisburne: It's always Robin Hood. Robin Hood! Anyone would think he was the only wolfshead in Sherwood!
Robert de Rainault: But he is, Gisburne, the only one that matters.
Sir Guy of Gisburne: You made him what he is. Robin Hood and the Sheriff of Nottingham. You're two sides of the same coin.
Robert de Rainault: What! You forget who you speak to!
Sir Guy of Gisburne: But it's true, isn't? It's an obsession. A disease. But you'll never get rid of him, because he's part of you.
Friar Tuck: His name is Philip Mark.
Little John: Yes?
Friar Tuck: [continuing] and he used to be Head Forester of Lincolnshire.
Robert of Huntingdon: I know that name.
Friar Tuck: Oh, he has other names. Up there they called him the Butcher. The Butcher of Lincolnshire.
Will Scarlet: So? I like meat too!
Philip Mark: We didn't have any Robin Hoods in Lincolnshire, de Rainault, and I'll tell you why. Because to be a so-called "people's hero," you have to have the people on your side. And in Lincolnshire, the people were just too... afraid.
Philip Mark: You are banished. You come within twenty miles, you are dead. Do you understand? You will leave here now. My soldiers will escort you to the edge of Sherwood.
Robert de Rainault: Sherwood? At night? You can't mean it!
Philip Mark: It's too dangerous for you, eh? Ah yes, of course, I forgot. Thanks to you, the place is crawling with cutthroats. Well, we'll just have to dress you in rags, won't we? It'd be good for you to be unrecognizable.
[to the guards]
Philip Mark: See to it.
Robert de Rainault: No, no you can't!
Philip Mark: I just have.
Robert de Rainault: Gisburne! Do something about it!
Philip Mark: Forget him, Gisburne. Let's have some wine.
[pats Gisburne's hand]
Philip Mark: You're mine now.