Aramis: Young Louis was given a baby crocodile from Egypt. The queen dropped it in a sewer, and it's been living off whatever it can find ever since.
Porthos: Is that true, Bonacieux?
Bonacieux: Something kept dragging the poor workers away. All we ever found were bones.
Porthos: I'm very glad you and D'Artagnan lead this little group.
D'Artagnan: Me too. Crocodiles attack from behind.
Rochefort, Richelieu Henchman: You're mad.
Febre the Man in Black: That's the second time this evening I've been called mad, and I'm beginning to resent it.
Febre: Bless me, Father, for I have sinned... It's been a lifetime since my last confession.
D'Artagnan: Do not harm her.
Febre the Man in Black: But, I feel the need to harm someone.
The Queen: Is there no mercy in your heart?
Febre: No mercy. No heart.
Francesca: I'm not dead. Now will you please go kill him?
Cook: We need more bread. Can you get some, please?
Aramis: Does he mean you or me?
Aramis: I thought I was the baker.
Athos: There's blood on your apron. You think that came from a croissant?