Percy Blakeney:
They seek him here, they seek him there, / Those Frenchies seek him everywhere. / Is he in heaven? Or is he in hell? / That damned elusive Pimpernel!
Percy Blakeney:
[before reciting his poem to Winterbottom] Slap me, I'm bubbling over with good humor this morning. Would you believe me, I've just written a masterpiece.
Col. Winterbottom:
Who, sir? You, sir?
Percy Blakeney:
Me, sir
Col. Winterbottom:
No, sir.
Percy Blakeney:
Yes, sir. All about this mysterious Pimpernel fellow. How it came to me Heaven only knows, because it was the busiest moment of the day. Damn me, I was tying my cravat.
Citizen Chauvelin:
[after reciting his poem to Chauvelin] Delightful.
Percy Blakeney:
What?
Citizen Chauvelin:
Especially that line, "Those Frenchies seek him everywhere."
Percy Blakeney:
Yes, I like that, too, because you see, I hear that they do and that gives the line a sort of something... sort of gives it... uh... uh... something. Uh... u-uh... if I make myself clear.
Citizen Chauvelin:
Clear as crystal.
Percy Blakeney:
Open up your sleeves, man. Let your ruffles take the air. Let them flow. Let them ripple.
Col. Winterbottom:
Are you being offensive, sir?
Percy Blakeney:
Who, sir? Me, sir? No, sir.
Percy Blakeney:
Magnificent fight this afternoon, my dear. Gad! That Mendoza's got quick ears. In the 10th round, when Jackson had him down, I shouted, "Get up, Mendoza!" And damn me, he did and sink me, he won!
Prince of Wales:
[of Sir Percy] Spineless, brainless and useless...
Lady Marguerite Blakeney:
Can't you rise above trivialities for once?
Percy Blakeney:
Can't rise above anything longer than three syllables, my dear - never could.
Armand St. Just:
[of Marguerite's betrayal of St-Cyr] And that is why you ceased to love her? What a tragedy.
Percy Blakeney:
Ceased? The tragedy is that I shall love her until the day I die.
Percy Blakeney:
[to Marguerite] It's a dangerous game, falling in love with a phantom. For all you know, he's a married man deeply in love with his wife...
Elderly citizen of Boulogne:
We shall have to teach perfidious Albion a lesson!
Percy Blakeney:
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It won't take *us* long to cross the Channel, eh boys?
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Percy Blakeney:
I'm in love.
Elderly citizen of Boulogne:
It's the wife of another man!
Percy Blakeney:
No it's my own.
Sir Andrew Ffoulkes:
Know her? Everyone in London knows Lady Blakeney.
Lady Marguerite Blakeney:
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