Phillipe: Impossible. Impossible. Nothing is impossible. Come on, Mouse. Dig! Dig, Mouse. Come on.

[after picking someone's pocket]
Phillipe: I know I promised, Lord, never again. But I also know that YOU know what a weak-willed person I am.

Phillipe: Sir, the truth is, I talk to God all the time, and, no offense, but He never mentioned you.

Phillipe: What is your quest?
Etienne Navarre: I must kill a man.
Phillipe: Tell me - does this walking corpse have a name?
Etienne Navarre: His Grace, the Bishop of Aquila.
Phillipe: The Bishop. I see. Well... Well, then you have much to do. And I've already been enough of a burden to you. I do hope our paths cross again one day.
Etienne Navarre: I need you to guide me into the city.
Phillipe: Not for the life of my mother! Even if I knew who she was.
Etienne Navarre: You are the only one who has ever escaped from there.
Phillipe: It was chance! Pure chance! A miracle! Once in a lifetime! I fell down a hole and followed my nose!
Etienne Navarre: I have waited almost two years for a sign from God. So when I heard the morning bells of Aquila, I knew the moment of my destiny had come. You will be my guiding angel.

Phillipe: There are strange forces at work in your life. Magical ones that surround you. I don't understand them, but they frighten me. You have given me my life. The truth is I can never repay you. I have no honor, and never will have. I don't think you would kill me for being what I am, but better that than to return to Aquila. [he starts to walk away when Navarre throws his sword at the tree next to him]
Phillipe: [turns back to see Navarre looking at him wickedly]
Phillipe: ...I'll gather some wood for the fire.

Phillipe: Maybe I'm dreaming. My eyes are open, which means maybe I'm awake dreaming that I'm asleep. Or, or more likely, I'm asleep dreaming that I'm awake wondering if I'm dreaming.
Isabeau: You are dreaming.

Etienne Navarre: This lady... Did she perhaps have a name?
Phillipe: Not that she mentioned, why?
Etienne Navarre: Well, she may wander into my dreams. Wouldn't it be nice, if I could call her by name and pretend we've met before? I've waited a long time for such a lady.

Bishop: There is a woman.
Cezar: Your Grace?
Bishop: A beautiful woman with alabaster skin and the eyes of a dove. She travels by night, only by night. Her sun is the moon. And her name is... Isabeau. Find her and you find the wolf. The wolf I want. The wolf who... loves her.

Bishop: Great storms announce themselves with a single breeze, and a single random spark can ignite the fires of rebellion.

Etienne Navarre: And know this - if you fail, I will follow you the length of my days. And I will find you.

Imperius: What do you want?
Phillipe: I was told to bring you this bird. It's been wounded.
Imperius: Oh, good shot! Bring it in, we'll dine together.
Phillipe: We can't eat this bird.
Imperius: What? Oh God, is it Lent again already?

Phillipe: Are you flesh, or are you spirit?
Isabeau: I am sorrow.

Phillipe: When you kneel before the alter, how do you get up again?
Imperius: You sacrilegious young imp.

[Repeated line, talking about the bridge across his moat]
Imperius: Walk on the *left* side.

Etienne Navarre: Do you know that hawks and wolves mate for life? The Bishop didn't even leave us that... not even that.

Imperius: Thank you for trying, Phillipe, and standing up for the truth.
Phillipe: I should have known better; every happy moment in my life has come from lying.

Phillipe: She loves you more than life itself. She's had to.

Imperius: MUST you keep thumping me in the liver?
Phillipe: Imperious, this hole isn't big enough for the two of us.
Imperius: Let's just hope it's big enough for the wolf.

Etienne Navarre: [upon seeing Phillipe's scratch marks] What is that?
Imperius: He got those... after he saved he your life.
Etienne Navarre: Forgive me.
[pulls Pierre to his feet and hugs him]
Etienne Navarre: I'll show you idiots how to cage a wolf.

City guard: [about to slay Navarre in his wolf form] I've never had the pleasure of killing a wolf before.
Imperius: How strange. That's exactly what the Bishop said. I'm sure he'll understand your depriving him of the pleassure. He's a very forgiving sort of man.

Bishop: [Navarre approaches the Bishop with his sword drawn] But kill me, Navarre, and the curse will go on forever. You must think of Isabeau.
Etienne Navarre: Isabeau... is dead! Damn you.
[raises his sword to strike]
Etienne Navarre: Damn you to Hell!
Isabeau: Navarre?

[Seeing Isabeau for the first time in person in years]
Etienne Navarre: You cut your hair!

Imperius: I fully expect to meet you at the Pearly Gates, little thief, and don't you dare disappoint me.
Phillipe: I'll meet you there, Father... even if I have to pick the lock.