Porthos: You, boy, are arrogant, hot tempered and entirely too bold. I like that. Reminds me of me. Aramis: Don't encourage him. By helping us the boy has made himself an outlaw as well. Athos: Not if he leaves Paris right now. D'Artagnan: I can't leave now, I just got here. Porthos: Go home. Find a wench, raise fat babies, live a good long life. D'Artagnan: What about the motto of the Musketeers? All for one and one for all. Athos: Wake up boy. The Musketeers are just a dream. Porthos: Rochefort. Isn't that a smelly kind of cheese? King Louis: You've failed. Cardinal Richelieu: Oh, you're so naive. Things couldn't be more perfect if I planned them myself. The King of France dies at the hands of his own personal guard. Grief stricken, terrified, the hudled masses turn for comfort to their devout spiritual leader who, ever so humbly, assumes the throne. With the Queen by his side. Queen Anne: I would rather die! Cardinal Richelieu: That can be arranged! [the Queen is alone, contemplating a map of the world] Cardinal Richelieu: Homesick? Queen Anne: Cardinal Richelieu. You surprised me. Cardinal Richelieu: I often have that effect on people. I can't imagine why, I'm really a very gentle person. You seem a little unhappy in your new home. Queen Anne: Lonely. Is that the same thing? Cardinal Richelieu: Austria's loss is France's gain. Queen Anne: I'm not sure the King shares your opinion. We've barely spoken since our wedding day. Whenever we're together he seems so... uncertain. Cardinal Richelieu: Arranged marriages can be difficult. Your father and I thought yours would bring Austria and France closer together. Queen Anne: Well countries align more swiftly than people, I'm afraid. Cardinal Richelieu: What a pity. Love is, I think... wasted on the young. [to Athos, in a whisper] Milady:
There was a time when I would have given my life for a kind word from you.
D'Artagnan: Athos, why don't you come join us? Athos: You fight like a man. See if you can drink like one. D'Artagnan: I'll drink anything you put in front of me. Athos: Famous last words... What should we drink to? D'Artagnan: Let's drink to love. Athos: [Snorts] To love. Let me tell you a story about love, D'Artagnan. I knew a young man once, a Count, who feared he would never fall in love. One day, he met a woman. This woman was more than beautiful. She was intoxicating, mysterious, everything he'd ever dreamed of. He felt his heart would burst if he couldn't have her. D'Artagnan: What happened? Athos: The poor idiot married her. D'Artagnan: Isn't that what people do when they fall in love? Athos: Shut up and listen to me. They were riding through the forest one day. She was thrown from her horse and knocked unconscious. When he rushed to her side, he noticed a mark on her body... something he'd never seen before, something she'd managed to keep hidden all this time. D'Artagnan: What was it? Athos: The brand of the fleur-de-lis, the mark given to those who are to be executed for murder. The Count was crushed. The woman he loved, his bride, had betrayed him. She'd lied to him. When she came to, she swore that she'd been falsely accused of these crimes, but he didn't believe her; he rejected her for her lies and for her past. Then he banished her from his province. When the guards came to take her away to be executed, she... she was still professing her undying love. Soon after, the Count realized how much she had meant to him, but it was too late. His betrayal was far greater than hers could ever have been. He gave up his title, his land, everything he believed in, never to be seen or heard from again, all because of love. Porthos: A lively tune... I'm inspired to dance! King Louis: This world is an uncertain realm, filled with danger. Honor underminded by the pursuit of power, freedom sacrificed when the weak are oppressed by the strong. But there are those who oppose these powerful forces, who dedicate their lives to truth, honor, and freedom. These men are known as Musketeers. Rise, D'Artagnan, and join them. [five Cardinal's guards ride up as Athos and D'Artagnan prepare to duel] Athos: Only a fool would try and arrest us twice in one day. Guard: You're under arrest. Aramis, Porthos: A fool. Guard: Are you coming peacefully or do you intend to resist? Porthos: Oh don't be so stupid, of course we intend to resist! Just give us a moment, all right? [to his comrades:] Porthos: Five of them, three of us. Hardly seems fair. Aramis: Maybe we should give them a chance to surrender. D'Artagnan: Excuse me, but there's four of us. Athos: It's not your fight. You're not a Musketeer. D'Artagnan:
I may not wear the tunic, but I believe I have the heart of a Musketeer.