A Knight's Tale

You have been weighed, you have been measured... and you have been found wanting.

Love has given me wings so I must fly.

I miss you like the sun misses the flower. Like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct its light to the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to.

— You mad? You endanger a royal family member.
— He endangers himself.

Each drop of this sweat has a price on it.

— I don't understand women.
— Nor do I. But they understand us. Well, maybe not you.

Your men love you. If I knew nothing else about you, that would be enough.

– Your name lady, I still need to hear it.
– Sir hunter, you persist.
– Or perhaps angels have no names, only beautiful faces.
– And you are?
– Well, I am, um.
– You've forgotten, or your name is Sir Um?
– Ulrich von Lichtenstein from Gelderland.
– Well, I'd forget as well, what a mouthful. Your armor, sir.
– What about it?
– How stylish of you to joust in an antique. You'll start a new fashion if you win. My grandfather will be able to wear his in public again, and a shield, how quaint. Some of these poor country knights, little better then peasants.

— Jocelyn, you look... Uh, you... remind me of the Bible. When God stopped the sun to give Joshua time to defeat the Amorites.
— I don't understand.
— If I could ask God one thing... it would be to stop the moon. Stop the moon and make this night... and your beauty... last forever.

— Sir Ulrick. What are you wearing to the ball tonight?
— Er... nothing...
— Well, we shall cause a sensation, for I'll dress to match.