Rose Leslie
Rose Leslie

I do love archery in my day-to-day life because I find it very therapeutic, and I've trained every season with the bow and arrow.

Brave
Brave

King Fergus: [after Young Dingwall wins the archery contest by accident] Well, that's just grand, isn't it? Guess who's coming to dinner!
Queen Elinor: [annoyed] Fergus...
King Fergus: [turns to Merida] Oh, and by the way, I hope you don't mind being called Lady Ding...
[sees dog in her seat]

Robin Hood: Men in Tights
Robin Hood: Men in Tights

Maid Marian: I've come to warn you, Prince John and Rottingham have hired men to kill you at the fair tomorrow. You musn't go.
Robin Hood: Well, that's easy. I won't.
Maid Marian: Oh, I'm so happy! They were going to try to lure you there by having an archery contest.
Robin Hood: An archery contest?

Maid Marian: Their archer is unbeatable.
Robin Hood: Really?
Maid Marian: Robin, promise you won't go.
Robin Hood: All right, I promise you won't go.
Maid Marian: Thank you.
[stops for a second, confused]
Ahchoo: But wait a minute, Robin, didn't you

just...
Robin Hood: Cool it...
Ahchoo: Chilled.

Robin Hood: Men in Tights
Robin Hood: Men in Tights

[Villagers begin throwing food at the archery contest]
Blinkin: Oh good, they've opened the salad bar.

Robin Hood
Robin Hood

Friar Tuck: Alright, laugh, you two rouges, but there's gonna be a big to-do in Nottingham.
[tastes the stew and coughs]
Friar Tuck: Well done, ain't it? Old Prince John's having a championship archery tournament tomorrow.
Little John: Archery tournament? Huh! Old Rob could win that standing on his head. Huh, Rob?

Robin Hood: Thank you, Little John, but I'm sure we're not invited.
Friar Tuck: No, but there's somebody who will be very dissapointed if you don't come.
Little John: Yeah, ol' Bushel Britches, the Honorable Sheriff of Nottingham.
Friar Tuck: No, Maid Marian.
Robin Hood: Maid Marian?


Friar Tuck: Yeah. She's gonna give a kiss to the winner.
[laughs]
Robin Hood: A kiss to the winner? Oodelaly! Come on, Johnny! What are we waiting for?
Friar Tuck: Wait a minute, Rob. Hold it. That place will be crawling with soldiers.
Robin Hood: Ah, but remember faint hearts never won fair

lady. Fear not, my friends.
[he shoots an arrow, it ricochets off a washing tub; Robin then throws his hat in the air, where it is ran through by the arrow and lands back on his head]
Robin Hood: This will be my greatest performance.