The Holy Grail 'neath ancient Rosslyn waits / The blade and chalice watch o'er her gates / Adorned by masters loving art she lies / As she rests beneath the starry skies.Robert Langdon
Robert Langdon: The ancient male symbol was the blade, it's a basic phallus. It's still used today on military uniforms.
Sir Leigh Teabing: Yes, and the more penises you have, the higher your rank. Boys will be boys!
So dark the con of man...Robert Langdon
Did that old cannabis charge finally catch up with me?Sir Leigh Teabing
Sir Leigh Teabing: And this is from the gospel of Mary Magdalene herself.
Sophie Neveu: She wrote a gospel?
Robert Langdon: She may have.
Sir Leigh Teabing: Robert, will you fight fair?
Robert Langdon: She *may* have.
Sophie Neveu: It's a cryptex. Da Vinci's design. Sauniere made me one for my birthday once.
Robert Langdon: My grandfather got me a wagon.
Sir Leigh Teabing: If it's that important to stop us, you'll have to shoot us.
[Points to Remy]
Sir Leigh Teabing: You can start with him.
What really matters is what you believe.Robert Langdon
Robert Langdon: It's an old wives' tale.
Sir Leigh Teabing: The original one, in fact!
Silas: [to Sophie] Do not move, woman.
Silas: Cripple, put the box on the table.
Sir Leigh Teabing: What, this trifle? Perhaps we can make a financial arrangement.
Silas: Put the keystone on the table.
Sir Leigh Teabing: You will not succeed. Only the worthy can unlock the stone.
[Silas turns gun on Teabing, pulls hammer back]
Sophie Neveu: [rips the tape off Silas's mouth] Did you kill Jacques Sauniere?
Sophie Neveu: Did you kill Jacques Sauniere?
Silas: I am the messenger of God.
Sophie Neveu: [slaps him across the face] Did you kill my grandfather?
Silas: I am the messenger -
[Sophie slaps him again]
Silas: Each breath you take is a sin. No shadow will be safe again, for you will be hunted by angels.
Sophie Neveu: You believe in God? Your God doesn't forgive murderers... he burns them.
Silas: Stop now. Tell me where it is.
Silas: You and your brethren possess what is not rightfully yours.
Jacques SauniÃ‹re: I don't know what you are talking about.
Silas: Is it a secret you will die for?
Jacques SauniÃ‹re: Please...
Silas: As you wish.