Treadle: That, Sir Percy, is the last word in cuffs.
Percy Blakeney: Oh, gad, I should hope so. For there should never be another like it.
Percy Blakeney: They seek him here, they seek him there, / Those Frenchies seek him everywhere. / Is he in heaven? Or is he in hell? / That damned elusive Pimpernel.
Percy Blakeney: Open up your sleeves, man. Let your ruffles take the air. Let them flow. Let them ripple.
Col. Winterbottom: Are you being offensive, sir?
Percy Blakeney: Who, sir? Me, sir? No, sir.
Percy Blakeney: Magnificent fight this afternoon, my dear. Gad! That Mendoza's got quick ears. In the 10th round, when Jackson had him down, I shouted, "Get up, Mendoza!" And damn me, he did and sink me, he won.
Prince of Wales: Why, damn me, Percy, you're brainless, spineless, useless: But you do know clothes.
Percy Blakeney: I'm in love.
Elderly citizen of Boulogne: It's the wife of another man.
Percy Blakeney: No it's my own.
