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Quotes of Movie: Becket [1964]
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God rest his soul. King Henry II: He will, He will. He'll be much more use to God than he ever was to me. Honor is a private matter within; it's an idea, and every man has his own version of it. King Henry II: How gracefully you tell your king to mind his own business. Oh, if I were a man! King Henry II: Thank God, madam, He gave you breasts! An asset from which I derived not the slightest benefit. Am I the strongest or am I not? Thomas a Becket: You are today, but one must never drive one's enemy to despair; it makes him strong. Gentleness is better politics, it saps virility. A good occupational force must never crush. It must corrupt. | |
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Don't be nervous, Bishop. I'm not asking for absolution. I've something far worse than a sin on my conscience: a mistake. Let us drink, gentlemen. Let us drink, till we roll under the table in vomit and oblivion. Do you know how much trouble I went through to make you a noble? Thomas a Becket: Yes, as I recall, you lifted your finger, pointed at me and said, "Thomas Becket, you are noble." England is a ship. The king is captain of the ship. King Henry II: That's neat. I like that. Your body, madam, was a desert that duty forced me to wander in alone. But you have never been a wife to me! He's read books, you know, it's amazing. He's drunk and wenched his way through London but he's thinking all the time. So what in most people is morality, in you it's just an exercise in... what's the word? Thomas a Becket: Aesthetics. King Henry II: Yes, that's the word. Always "aesthetics." There. That's the Great Seal of England. Don't lose it; without the seal, there's no more England, and we'll all have to pack up and go back to Normandy. I'm suddenly very intelligent. It probably comes from making love to that French girl last night. Will no one rid me of this meddlesome priest? [laughing in both amusement and anger] It's funny! It's too funny! Becket is the only intelligent man in my kingdom, and he's against me! Becket! You are a liar. You are a traitor! [draws his sword on Becket] Thomas a Becket: Sheathe your sword, Morville, before you impale your soul upon it! Are you mad? You're Chancellor of England; you're mine! Thomas a Becket: I am also the Archbishop, and you have introduced me to deeper obligations. Nobility lies in the man, my prince, not in the towel. Tonight you can do me the honor of christening my forks. King Henry II: Forks? Thomas a Becket: Yes, from Florence. New little invention. It's for pronging meat and carrying it to the mouth. It saves you dirtying your fingers. King Henry II: But then you dirty the fork. Thomas a Becket: Yes, but it's washable. King Henry II: So are your fingers. I don't see the point. Here's my royal foot on your royal buttocks! You have an obsession about him that is unhealthy and unnatural! [isolating one of his brawling sons from the rest] Which one are you? Prince Henry: Henry the Third. King Henry II: NOT YET, SIR! Here I am, Lord, adorned for Your festivities. Lord Gilbert, Baron of England by the grace of his majesty, King Henry II, seized upon the person of a priest of the Holy Church and unlawfully did hold him in custody. Furthermore, in the presence of Lord Gilbert, and by his command, his men seized upon this priest when he tried to escape and put him to death. This is the sin of murder and sacrilege. In that Lord Gilbert has rendered no act of contrition or repentance, and is at the moment, at liberty in the land, we do, here and now, separate him from the precious body and blood of Christ, and from the society of all Christians. We exclude him from our Holy Mother Church and all her sacraments, in heaven, or on Earth. We declare him excommunicate and anathema. We cast him into the outer darkness. We judge him damned with the devil and his fallen angels and all the reprobate, to eternal fire and everlasting pain! [slams candle to the ground] Monks: [chanting] So be it. | |
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