Guy of Gisborne: I will always believe that there is a chance for you and me.
Will Scarlett: You make me sick, you know that? Betraying your old friends. I hope you're enjoying that, Allan. I couldn't live with myself.
Sheriff of Nottingham: You won't have to for much longer.
The Fool: I'll make some predictions and then I'll make them come true. Someone in this room will bare their buttocks to the Sheriff tonight.
Sheriff of Nottingham: Take that man to the dungeons now.
The Fool: Look, hang on, prediction two. Sir Guy's joint will rise from the dead.
Guy of Gisborne: What's that supposed to mean?
The Fool: Your woodcock, sir Guy. I can bring it back to life.