He Will Rock You
[William]: Father, I am afraid, I won't know the way back home.
[John Thatcer]: Don't be foolish, William, you just follow your feet.
[William]: Your name lady, I still need to hear it.
[Jocelyn]: Sir hunter, you persist.
[William]: Or perhaps angels have no names, only beautiful faces.
[Jocelyn]: Damn your pride, William. It is you and only you that will not see you run.
[William]: My pride is the only thing that they can't take from me.
[Jocelyn]: They can take it away from you, they can and they will. Oh, they will.
But love they cannot take.
[Jocelyn]: Run and I will run with you.
[William]: I cannot run!
Even the peasants can marry for love.
[Jocelyn]
[Jocelyn]: Sir Ulrich. What are you wearing to the ball tonight?
[William]: Er... nothing...
[Jocelyn]: Well, we shall cause a sensation, for I'll dress to match.
[William]: Don't you ever get tired of putting on clothes?
[Chaucer, whispers]: I believe she was talking about taking them off, sir.
[Jocelyn]: A flower is only as good as its petals. Don't you think?
[William]: A flower is good for nothing. You can't eat a flower, a flower can't keep your warm...
[Jocelyn]: And a rose never knocked a man off a horse either, did it?
[William]: You're just a silly girl aren't you.
[Jocelyn]: Better a silly girl with a flower, than a silly boy with a horse and a stick... [she walks away]
[Wat]: It's called a lance. Heellooo?
It's a small target Will, but aim for his heart.
[Chaucer]
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