Favorite A Knight's Tale Quotes
Chaucer: All human activity lies within the artist's scope.
[Looks at Wat]
Chaucer: Maybe not yours.
Wat: What do you mean, dead?
Roland: The spark of his life is smothered in shite. His spirit is gone but his stench remains. Does that answer your question?
William: I can't explain it. She makes me feel like a poet.
Roland: Well you may feel like a poet, but you sound like an idiot. You don't even know her name.
Chaucer: We regret to inform your lady that my lord will not be attending...
William: Herald, do not answer questions you do not know the answer to!
Chaucer: Absolutely, my lord.
William: For that I say my rosary to her and no-one else.
Wat: William, that's blasphemous.
Roland: What are you doing?
Roland: I don't understand!
William: Neither do I.
William: You favor cathedrals.
Jocelyn: I come for confession. And the glass... A riot of color in a dreary grey world.
William: Can you keep a secret?
[the lone girl nods]
William: I was born in Cheapside, in that house over there.
[points it out to the girl]
Lone Girl in Cheapside: Really? I live just there.
[points to the house across from it]
William: Wait, how old are you?
Lone Girl in Cheapside: Nine and one half, sir.
William: Nine and one half. I wonder if you remember a man, who died just before you were born. He was as tell as a knight, his name was John Thatcher.
Lone Girl in Cheapside: Well of course I remember him.
William: You do?
Lone Girl in Cheapside: Yeah, he lives there still.
[William is shocked]
Lone Girl in Cheapside: Sometimes you can see him looking from his window, though no ones know why.
William: What do you mean?
Lone Girl in Cheapside: He's blind, sir.
Chaucer: Look, I have a gambling problem. I can't help myself. And these people will - quite literally - take off clothes of your back.
William: What are you expecting us to do about it?
Peter The Pardoner of Rouen: He assured us that you, his liege, would pay us.
William: And who are you?
Peter The Pardoner of Rouen: Peter, a humble pardoner and purveyor of religious relics.
William: How much does he owe you?
Simon The Summoner of Rouen: Ten gold florins.
William: What would you do to him, if I was to refuse?
Simon The Summoner of Rouen: We, on behalf of the Lord God, would take him of his flesh, so that he may understand that gambling is a sin.
Old Bishop: Pray that your years come swiftly, pray your beauty fades, so that you may better serve God.
Jocelyn: Oh and I do. I pray for it all the time.
[Looks up to God]
Jocelyn: Why God, did you curse me with this face?
Old Bishop: God's will has a purpose, though we may not understand it.
[Raises Holy Ring for Jocelyn to Kiss]
Jocelyn: [takes ring in hand and admires it] Oh how lovely!
Jocelyn: Damn your pride, William. It is you and only you that will not see you run.
William: My pride is the only thing that they can't take from me.
Jocelyn: They can take it away from you, they can and they will. Oh, they will. But love they cannot take.
Jocelyn: Run and I will run with you.
William: I cannot run!