Godfrey: I've come looking for Robert Loxley.
Sir Walter Loxley: My son has not returned.
Godfrey: That is the truth because he's lying in a French ditch.
Sir Walter Loxley: Who are you?
Godfrey: I'm the one who killed him.
Sheriff of Nottingham: What's mine in coin, I have the right to take in goods or livestock.
Robin Longstride: If it's God's will.
Robin Longstride: [Robin tosses a coin to the Sheriff] Here's a ram's worth of tax for the exchequer. Your insolence to Lady Marion I'll consider a debt between us.
Marion Loxley: I trust you had an historic evening.
Friar Tuck: [regarding his bees] I keep them and they keep me.
[after being stuffed into a barrel full of ale]
Hiss: Please! Please! I don't drink!
Little John: The prince? Wait a minute. There's a law against robbing royalty. I'll catch you later.
Prince John: One more hiss out of you uhm Hiss. And you are walking to Nottingham.
Hiss: [to himself] Snakes don't walk, they slither. Hmph. So there.
Marian: Oh, Clucky, surely he must know how much I really love him.
Clucky: But of course, my dear. Believe me, someday soon, your Uncle King Richard will have an outlaw for an in-law!
Clucky: [smacking Prince John on the head with the golden arrow] Take that, you scurvy knave!
Prince John: Seize the fat one!
Sheriff of Nottingham: Wait a minute. Is the safety on Old Betsy?
Trigger: [tapping the side of the crossbow] You bet it is, Sheriff.
Sheriff of Nottingham: That's what I'm afraid of. You go first.
Robin Longstride: If you thought it was hard getting wages from him when he was alive, try getting wages from a dead king.
Little John: [During Battle] Archer stay alive, I'll see you tonight.
Robin Longstride: Don't forget your money this time little man, I'll be pleased to take it off of you.
Robin Longstride: We are men of the hood...
[Little John whistles and hits two of the guards]
Robin Longstride: ... merry now at your expense.
Little John: Sing something about a woman... a large woman.
Little John: [after sitting on Hiss] Oh, excuse me, Buster.
Hiss: Buster? You, sir, have taken my seat!
Prince John: [laughs] Hiss, with you around, who needs a court jester?
Prince John: Taxes! Taxes! Beautiful, lovely taxes! Ah-hah! Ah-hah!
Hiss: Sire, you have an absolute skill for encouraging contributions from the poor.
[chuckles]
Prince John: To coin a phrase, my dear counselor, rob the poor to give the rich.
