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.