Clive Owen (back to the C list / O list)

Arthur: Pelagius told me once: "There is no worse death than the end of hope."

Guinevere: You and I are not the polite people that live in poems. We are blessed and cursed by our times.

Cerdic: You come to beg a truce, you should be on your knees.

Arthur: I came to see your face so that I alone may find you on the battlefield. And it will be good of you to mark my face, Saxon, for the next time you see it, it will be the last thing you see on this earth.

Cerdic: Ahhh. Finally, a man worth killing.

Guinevere: My father told me great tales of you.

Arthur: Really? And what did you hear?

Guinevere: Fairy tales. The kind you hear about people so brave, so selfless, that they can't be real.

Arthur: How many times in battle have we snatched victory from the jaws of defeat? Outnumbered, outflanked, but still we triumph? With you at my side, we can do so again. Lancelot, we are knights. What other purpose do we serve if not for such a cause?

Dwight: It's time to prove to your friends that you're worth a damn. Sometimes that means dying. Sometimes it means killing a whole lot of people.

Dwight: A hardtop, with a decent engine, and make sure it's got a big trunk.

Dwight: I'm Shellie's new boyfriend and I'm out of my mind. If you so much as talk to her or even think her name, I'll cut you in ways that'll make you useless to a woman.

Jack Rafferty: You're making a big mistake, man. A *big* mistake.

Dwight: No. You're the one who already made the mistake...you didn't flush. [Shoves Jack's head down toilet.]

Dwight: This clown's out of control. I followed him here to make sure he didn't hurt any of the girls.

Gail: Us helpless little girls.

Dwight: Most people think Marv is crazy. He just had the rotten luck of being born in the wrong century. He'd be right at home on some ancient battlefield swinging an axe into somebody's face. Or in a Roman arena, taking his sword to other gladiators like him. They woulda tossed him girls like Nancy back then.