Will: There was a rich man from Nottingham who tried to cross the river. What a dope he tripped on a rope. Now look at him shiver. Beg for mercy rich man.

Robin: Was she worth it?
Azeem: Worth dying for.

Azeem: Hospitality in this country is as warm as the weather.

Robin: Nobility is not a birth right. It's defined by ones actions.

Duncan: He fancies you my lady. I am blind, but there's some things I can see.

Maid Marian: Men speak conveniently of love when it serves their purpose, and when it doesn't, it is a burden to them.

Friar Tuck: Let us open a bottle and do our best to save each other's souls.
Azeem: Alas, I am not permitted.
Friar Tuck: Fine then, you talk, I'll drink.

Guy of Gisbourne: Why a spoon, cousin? Why not an axe?
Sheriff: Because it's DULL, you twit, it'll hurt more!

Azeem: Where I come from, we talk to our women. We do not drug them with plants.

Sheriff of Nottingham: Wait a minute. Robin Hood steals money from my pocket, forcing me to hurt the public, and they love him for it? [Scribe nods] That's it then. Cancel the kitchen scraps for lepers and orphans, no more merciful beheadings, and call off Christmas!

Robin: Any suggestions?
Azeem: Get up. Move faster.
Robin: Move faster. Great idea.

Robin: And you! You travel five thousand miles to save my life and leave me to be butchered!
Azeem: I fulfill my vows when I choose to.
Robin: Which does not include prayer time, meal time, or any time I'm outnumbered six to one!
Azeem: You whine like a mule. You are still alive.

Robin: How many?
Azeem: 20.
Robin: 20?
Bull: How many?
Robin: 5! *to Azeem* He can't count anyway.

Friar Tuck: This is grain, which any fool can eat, but for which the Lord intended a more divine means of consumption. Let us give praise to our maker and glory to his bounty by learning about... BEER!