It is strange to think, I haven't seen you since a month. I have seen the new moon, but not you. I have seen sunsets and sunrises, but nothing of your beautiful face. The pieces of my broken heart are so small that they could be passed through the eye of a needle. I miss you like the sun misses the flower; like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct its light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to. I next compete in the city of Paris, I will find it empty and in the winter if you are not there. Hope guides me, that is what gets me through the day and especially the night. The hope that after you're gone from my sight, it will not be the last time that I look upon you.
Love has given me wings so I must fly.
If I could ask God one thing, it would be to stop the moon. Stop the moon and make this night and your beauty last forever.
Uh, betray us, and I will fong you, until your insides are out, your outsides are in, your entrails will become your extrails I will w-rip... all the p... ugh. Pain, lots of pain.
I miss you like the sun misses the flower. Like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct it's light to the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to.
All right, I'm about this fonging close mate! I swear to God, Quaisimodo! I oughta...
We're the sons of peasants. Glory, and riches, and stars are beyond our grasps. But a full stomach, that dream can come true.
We're English, Jeff! We know who he is!
"Lilium inter spenius" The lily among the thorns.
You're good. You're very good. My lords, my ladies, and everybody else here not sitting on a cushion! Today... today, you find yourselves equals. For you are all equally blessed. For I have the pride, the privilege, nay, the pleasure of introducing to you to a knight, sired by knights. A knight who can trace his lineage back beyond Charlemagne. I first met him atop a mountain near Jerusalem, praying to God, asking his forgiveness for the Saracen blood spilt by his sword. Next, he amazed me still further in Italy when he saved a fatherless beauty from the would-be ravishing of her dreadful Turkish uncle. In Greece he spent a year in silence just to better understand the sound of a whisper. And so without further gilding the lily and with no more ado, I give to you, the seeker of serenity, the protector of Italian virginity, the enforcer of our Lord God, the one, the only, Sir Ulllrrrich von Lichtenstein! Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week.
Yes, master Falhurst, I'm well aware a good fonging is on the way.
Now I got their attention, you go and win their hearts.
It's a small target Will, but aim for his heart.
I will eviscerate you in fiction. Every pimple, every character flaw. I was naked for a day; you will be naked for eternity.
All human activity lies within the artist's scope. Maybe not yours.
I give the truth scope!
He's quick, he's funny, he makes me lots of money, Lichtenstein! Lichtenstein!
Good people, I missed my introduction. But please... Please I pray you, hear it now, for I would lay rest the grace in my tongue and speak plainly. Days like these are far too rare to cheapen with heavy handed words, and so, I'm afraid without any ado whatsoever... Excuse me My Lord... Here he is, one of your own, born a stone's throw from this very stadium, and here before you now, the son of John Thatcher... Sir Wiiiiiilliam Thatcheeer.
Guinevere comes to Lancelot. Bed him well, my lady. Bed him well.
Change your stars and live a better life than I have.
You have been weighed, you have been measured, and you have been found wanting. In what world could you possibly beat me? Come back when you're worthy.
Your men love you. If I knew nothing else about you, that would be enough.
If I may repay the kindness you once showed me. Take a knee...
God love you, William. So do I.
Well, Master Nude, having failed the test, have you any more to say?