D'Artagnan: I'm looking for Athos.
Athos: You've found him.
D'Artagnan: My name is D'Artagnan of Lupiac in Gascony. Prepare to fight; one of us dies here.
Porthos: Now that's how you make an entrance.
[Although Athos has knocked the sword from his hand and then spared his life, D'Artagnan insists on continuting their sword fight]
Aramis: He said, "Enough".
D'Artagnan: Very well, I'll fight both of you.
Porthos: Three of us. Now, for God's sake, put up your sword.
Constance: Stop fighting all of you! Is three against one fair?
Athos: We weren't going to kill him.
Porthos: Weren't we?
Aramis: Next time let us know.
[when Dujon refuses to answer their questions, Aramis and Porthos decide to shoot him in the stomach]
Dujon: You can't! This is murder.
Porthos: We won't tell if you won't.
Constance: Fifty sous and I'll take you to heaven.
Cardinals' Guard sentry: Are you one of those religious nut cases?
Constance: It was a metaphor.
[the sentry looks puzzled]
Constance: Never mind.
Aramis: Wait for my signal. Surprise is everything,
[D'Artagnan storms out of hiding to confront the Cardinal Guard's captain]
Aramis: Surprise would have been everything.
[Richelieu's men prepare Adele for execution]
Adèle Bessett: You'll burn in hell!
Cardinal Richelieu: I have work to do here first.
[Adele points to Aramis' various scars]
Adèle Bessett: This?
Aramis: Stabbed in combat at the siege of Montauban, '21.
Adèle Bessett: And this one?
Aramis: Musket ball at the Ile de Re, '22.
Adèle Bessett: Poor Aramis. And this one?
Aramis: Your nails at the Luxembourg Gardens the day before yesterday.
King Louis: There's something about shooting that makes a man fully alive.
Queen Anne: Unlike the birds, I suppose.
Porthos: Cornet was a fine soldier. If he's gone missing, there's a good reason.
Aramis: Or a bad one.
[D'Artagnan's landlady hands him a bowl of slop for dinner]
D'Artagnan: This looks like badger's intestines
Landlady: Specialty of the house. Enjoy.
Athos: There's only one way to settle this - a duel between gentlemen supervised according to the strict code of honor.
Dujon: Fine. In a fair fight, I'm a match for anyone.
Porthos: Confidence. I like that in a man.
Dujon: Still, why fight fair when you might lose.
[Dujon kicks away the chair where Porthos had hung his sword]
Porthos: My sword!
Dujon: Your problem.
Athos: Attacking an unarmed opponent defies every principle of chivalry.
[Porthos holds up a fork]
Athos: Close enough.
[during Porthos' fight with Dujon, Athos knocks Dujon unconscious]
Porthos: What happened to the code?
Athos: Oh. Who has time? Treville wants to see us.
D'Artagnan: Come on, you're tired, Father. We should stop here.
Alexandre D'Artagnan: Paris is only a few hours away.
D'Artagnan: Paris will still be there in the morning.
[framed for murder, D'Artagnan tries to hide from his pursurers]
D'Artagnan: I'll give you five livres to kiss me.
[D'Artagnan grabs Constance and kisses her passionately]
D'Artagnan: That actually worked!
[Constance knees D'Artagnan in the groin]
Constance: Oh, you degenerate! Touch me again and I'll gut you like a fish. Do I look like a working girl?
D'Artagnan: Well, yeah...
Constance: This is my best dress! How does this say prostitute to you?
D'Artagnan: My apologies, Mademoiselle.
Constance: It's Madam.
D'Artagnan: Do you know the way to the Musketeers' garrison?
Constance: Why do you want to know?
D'Artagnan: I have some business to settle on my father's behalf.
D'Artagnan: Might I enquire the name of my savior?
Constance: Bonacieux. Constance Bonacieux.
D'Artagnan: Athos killed my father, Constance. That's why I must face him. I'm D'Artagnan. Please think kindly of my name, if you think of it at all.
Aramis: Those 'Musketeers' who attacked you - would you know any of them again?
D'Artagnan: They all wore masks... I shot one of them.
Aramis: His body might still be there at the inn.
Porthos: All right, saddle up. We're leaving.
Constance: This morning, you try and kill them, and now you're best friends?
Aramis: Athos' life is at stake. He's to be executed in the morning for crimes he didn't commit.
[Porthos, Aramis and D'Artagnan find Cornet's troop dead in a ravine]
Porthos: They shot them like animals, then stripped them of their uniforms!
Aramis: D'Artagnan, the men who did this killed your father as well. If you want justice, help us find them and clear Athos' name.