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Alexander Dumas' novel is updated with an eastern influence as D'Artagnan attempts to join the king's elite guards, the Royal Musketeers, and find the man who killed his parents.
Febre: Bless me, Father, for I have sinned... It's been a lifetime since my last confession.
Rochefort, Richelieu Henchman: You're mad! Febre the Man in Black: That's the second time this evening I've been called mad, and I'm beginning to resent it.
Febre the Man in Black: What if I absolutely must kill someone? Cardinal Richelieu: Well, if you must, you must.
Francesca: I'm not dead. Now will you please go kill him?
Aramis: We're drunks, not fools.
[to the Cardinal] D'Artagnan: Bless me Father, for I will sin. One night I will come for you.
The Queen: Is there no mercy in your heart? Febre: No mercy. No heart.
Cardinal Richelieu: He has gone mad. D'Artagnan: He was always mad. But, when he was your madman it was overlooked.
Rochefort, Richelieu Henchman: You have an interesting fighting style. Where did you acquire it? D'Artagnan: Here and there. Rochefort, Richelieu Henchman: Perhaps there. Certainly not here.
Aramis: Do not turn your back on me, D'Artagnan, for I will fight you! D'Artagnan: Do not fight me, Aramis, for I will kill you.
D'Artagnan: Do not harm her! Febre the Man in Black: But, I feel the need to harm someone.
Buxom Woman at Banquet: Nice sword. D'Artagnan: Thank you, Mademoiselle. Buxom Woman at Banquet: Is it a long sword or a short sword? D'Artagnan: Well, long enough. Buxom Woman at Banquet: Do you keep your sword polished? D'Artagnan: Eh, when there's time. Buxom Woman at Banquet: And do you do it yourself, or do you have help? D'Artagnan: Myself, I, uh, won't trust my sword to anyone else.
D'Artagnan: I don't know what to say. Francesca bon Ansau: Sometimes it's much better to say nothing. [D'Artagnan kisses her] Francesca bon Ansau: Would you care to say that again?
Aramis: Young Louis was given a baby crocodile from Egypt. The queen dropped it in a sewer, and it's been living off whatever it can find ever since. Porthos: Is that true, Bonacieux? Bonacieux: Something kept dragging the poor workers away. All we ever found were bones. Porthos: I'm very glad you and D'Artagnan lead this little group. D'Artagnan: Me too. Crocodiles attack from behind.
Cook: We need more bread. Can you get some, please? Aramis: Does he mean you or me? Athos: Me. Aramis: I thought I was the baker. Athos: There's blood on your apron. You think that came from a croissant?
Cardinal Richelieu: So you plot the course of history, now. You're indeed mad! Febre the Man in Black: That's three times. It must be so.
Cardinal Richelieu: You've gone too far. I wish to scare the Spaniards, embarrass the King. I want political tension, not war. Febre the Man in Black: The Spaniards *were* scared. You could see it in their faces just before died. And I'm certain King Louis feels embarrassed.
The Queen: I will die before I help you. Febre the Man in Black: Well, you wouldn't be the first.
[D'Artagnan to the horse he "borrowed" for a desperate action: ] D'Artagnan: I'm affraid you're going to regret we ever met.
Porthos: This wine is rejuvenating. D'Artagnan: Don't get too rejuvenated.
D'Artagnan: Don't look at me like that. Francesca bon Ansau: Like what? D'Artagnan: Those eyes. Francesca bon Ansau: They are the only eyes I have. D'Artagnan: It's unfair.
[the four musketeers are observing the stronghold where Cardinal Richelieu's army is entrenched] Athos: We'll take them by surprise! D'Artagnan: Yes... they're expecting an army... Aramis: Oh! Perhaps we shall not disappoint them!
[the family is sitting around the meal] Young D'Artagnan: And we're waiting for Planchet? D'Artagnan's Father: Oh, I would... but my hunger won't.
Febre the Man in Black: And what will you do, Your Eminence? Damn me to hell? Well, I'm certain that's where I'm going. And I'm just as certain, we can finish this debate there.
D'Artagnan: This is not what you think. Francesca bon Ansau: You have no idea what I think. D'Artagnan: I-I wish to explain. Francesca bon Ansau: You behave as though you've never seen a naked woman. D'Artagnan: Never one quite so... naked. [sighs] D'Artagnan: Or so, uh, beautiful. Francesca bon Ansau: You've seen many ugly naked women? D'Artagnan: That's not what I meant!