Fernand: You pleased me some of the time.
Mercedes: You never pleased me.
Luigi: We shall call him... Zatarra.
Edmond: Sounds fearsome.
Luigi: It means, "driftwood."
Danglar: You presume to demote me?
Morell: Not at all. You're still the first mate of the Pharaon, under Captain Dantes.
Mercedes: I don't know what dark plan lies within you. Nor do I know by what design we were asked to live without each other these 16 years. But God has offered us a new beginning.
Mercedes: Don't slap His hand away.
Edmond: Can I never escape Him?
Mercedes: No, He is in everything. Even in a kiss.
Abbe Faria: The stronger swordsman does not necessarily win. It is speed! Speed of hand, speed of mind.
Jacopo: Once again, Zatarra, God sees you out of the corner of His eye.
Dorleac: And if you're thinking just now 'Why me, oh God?' the answer is: God has nothing to do with it. In fact, God is never in France this time of year.
Edmond: God has everything to do with it. He's everywhere. He sees everything.
Dorleac: Alright. Let's make a bargain, shall we? You ask God for help and I'll stop the moment he shows up.
Jacopo: I am still your man, Zatarra. I swore an oath, and I will protect you. Even if it means I must protect you from yourself.
Napoleon: Kings and pawns, marshal. Emperors and fools.
Fernand: Take your vengeance. But know that the blood you spill is noble. Blood that will never run through your veins. You are no more a count than I am a commoner.
J.F. Villefort, Chief Magistrate: I require seventy percent.
Fernand: And yet you'll only get fifty.
J.F. Villefort, Chief Magistrate: Done.
Edmond: If you ever loved me, don't rob me of my hate. It's all I have.
Edmond: Life is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes. You must look into that storm and shout as you did in Rome. Do your worst, for I will do mine! Then the fates will know you as we know you: as Albert Mondego, the man.
Fernand: Come in Albert, and for God's sake be brief.
J.F. Villefort, Chief Magistrate: Mondego's the one who pulled the trigger! He'd never confess in a million years.
Count of Monte Cristo: You're right, he wouldn't... but you just have.
Jacopo: Why not just kill them? I'll do it! I'll run up to Paris - bam, bam, bam, bam. I'm back before week's end. We spend the treasure. How is this a bad plan?