Athos: Leave now. Leave Paris, leave France. Get as far from that evil woman's grasp as you can.
MiLady DeWinter: I have affairs to be settled.
Cardinal Richelieu: I'm not concerned with your affairs.
MiLady DeWinter: I would wish it.
Cardinal Richelieu: I'm not concerned with your wishes, Milady.
Headsman: And two more pistoles for rowing the boat. I'm a headsman, not a sailor.
MiLady DeWinter: What do you want of me? There's nothing between us.
Athos: Thank God! But there might be.
Porthos: You know, it strikes me that we would be better employed wringing Milady's pretty neck than shooting these poor devils of Protestants. I mean, what are we killing them for? Because they sing psalms in French and we sing them in Latin?
Aramis: Porthos, have you no education? What do you think religious wars are all about?
