Philippe: Sir, the truth is, I talk to God all the time, and, no offense, but he never mentioned you.

Imperius: I fully expect to meet you at the pearly gates little thief, and don't you dare disappoint me.
Phillipe: I'll meet you there father, even if I have to pick the lock.

Soldier #1: Where is Navarre?
Phillipe: Navarre? Navarre? Ah yes. Big man, black horse. I thought I saw him ride south.
Soldier #2: Ha, then we ride north.
Phillipe: It isn't polite to assume that someone is a liar when you've only just met them.
Soldier #1: And yet you knew we would.
[talking to God]
Phillipe: I told the truth, Lord. How can I learn any moral lessons when [talking to God] you keep confusing me this way.

[To God.]
Phillipe: It always pays to tell the truth, Lord. Thank you. I see that now.

Phillipe: If you lay one hand on her you will find it on the ground next to your head.

Imperius: What do you want?
Phillipe: I was told to bring you this hawk, father. It's been wounded.
Imperius: Good shot! Bring it in, we'll dine together.
Phillipe: We can't eat this hawk, father!
Imperius: What? Oh God, is it Lent again already?

[escaping from the dungeon]
Phillipe: "This is not unlike escaping my [escaping from the dungeon] mother's womb. God, what a memory!

[After picking someone's pocket.]
Phillipe: I know I promised, Lord, never again. But I also know that YOU know what a weak-willed person I am.

Lieutenant: Open this door in the name of His Holiness the bishop!
Imperius: Be off with you! This is a house of God, not a brothel!
Lieutenant: I said open this door in the name of His Grace, the Bishop of Aquilla!
Imperius: I've met the bishop, you blasphemous lot! And you look nothing like him!

Phillipe: Are you flesh, or are you spirit?
Isabeau: I am sorrow.

Etienne Navarre: Each generation is called upon to follow its own quest.
Phillipe: And what is your quest?
Etienne Navarre: I must kill a man.
Phillipe: Tell me--does this walking corpse have a name?