Fernand: You pleased me some of the time.
Mercedes: You never pleased me.
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.
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?
Albert Mondego: Who are you, and why are you doing this?
Luigi: We are bad men, and for the money.
Albert Mondego: May I ask who you are, Sir?
Count of Monte Cristo: For the present your friend, tomorrow your host, for the short time formality stands between us, the Count of Monte Cristo.
Colonel Villefort, aka: Clarion: Treason is all a matter of dates.
Jacopo: I swear on my dead relatives - and even on the ones who are not feeling too good - I am your man forever.
J.F. Villefort, Chief Magistrate: How is your father?
Fernand: Alive, unfortunately.
J.F. Villefort, Chief Magistrate: We share the same misfortune.
Dorleac: Now you're thinking, just now "Why me, O God?" The answer is, God has nothing to do with it. In fact, God is never in France this time of year.
Fernand: What happened to your mercy?
Edmond Dantes: I'm a count, not a saint.
Mercedes: I want to be free of you... the way you, obviously, are free of me.
Napoleon: In life, we are kings or pawns.
Abbe Faria: The slot opens twice a day. Once in the morning for your toilet bucket, which is where we hide the dirt. And once more in the evening for your plate. Between those times, we can work all day without fear of discovery.
Edmond: So neglect becomes our ally.
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.