General Allenby: I fight like Clausewitz, then you fight like Saxe.
T.E. Lawrence: We should do very well, then, shouldn't we?
T.E. Lawrence: I cannot fiddle but I can make a great state of a small city.
T.E. Lawrence: I killed two people. One was... yesterday? He was just a boy and I led him into quicksand. The other was... well, before Aqaba. I had to execute him with my pistol, and there was something about it that I didn't like.
General Allenby: That's to be expected.
T.E. Lawrence: No, something else.
General Allenby: Well, then let it be a lesson.
T.E. Lawrence: No... something else.
General Allenby: What then?
T.E. Lawrence: I enjoyed it.
T.E. Lawrence: Look, Ali. If any of your Beduin arrived in Cairo and said: "We've taken Aqaba" the generals would laugh.
Sherif Ali: I see. In Cairo you will put off these funny clothes. You'll wear trousers and tell stories of our quaintness and barbarity and then they will believe you.
T.E. Lawrence: You're an ignorant man.
T.E. Lawrence: I'm to "assess the situation."
Colonel Brighton: Hmph! Well that won't be too difficult. The situation's bloody awful.
T.E. Lawrence: Do you think I'm just anybody, Ali? Do you?
T.E. Lawrence: My lord, I think... I think your book is right. 'The desert is an ocean in which no oar is dipped' and on this ocean the Bedu go where they please and strike where they please. This is the way the Bedu have always fought. You're famed throughout the world for fighting in this way and this is the way you should fight now.
Sherif Ali: What is your name?
T.E. Lawrence: My name is for my friends. None of my friends is a murderer.
T.E. Lawrence: It's my manner, sir.
General Murray: Your manner?
T.E. Lawrence: Yes. It looks insubordinate, but it isn't really.
General Murray: Shut up... and get out.
T.E. Lawrence: Michael George Hartley, this is a nasty, dark little room.
Hartley: That's right.
T.E. Lawrence: We are not happy in it.
Hartley: It's better than a nasty, dark little trench.
T.E. Lawrence: Then you're an ignoble fellow.
Hartley: That's right.
Henry II: I stole the candles from the chapel. Jesus won't begrudge them and the chaplain works for me.
Henry II: HA! What shall we hang... The holly, or each other?
Eleanor of Aquitaine: How dear of you to let me out of prison.
Henry II: It's only for the holidays.
Murphy: Lady! I'm stark bollocks naked.
Anthony Raine: Seeing as we are here, perhaps I could come in and say good evening to Rhiannon.
Lord Sarn: No. If you want to say good evening to her, you will do it tomorrow morning.
Anthony Raine: It seems to me we really do squeeze every last groat out of the farmers who use our roads.
Lord Sarn: We do our best.
Anthony Raine: Is it really necessary to have seven gates between St. Claire's and Pembroke?
Lord Sarn: Lunch.
