Julia: I am strong, and I am smart, and I don't need you to take care of me.
Hunter: Oh really?
Julia: [grabs Thibault's sword and thrusts it toward Hunter] Courage is my creed.
Andre: You want some dog?
Count Thibault: He belongs to me. I decide his fate.
André le Pate: No master! I mean, no way Jose!
André le Pate: [as they are dining, he whispers] Sire?
Count Thibault: What?
André le Pate: [whispers] I have to make pee-pee.
Count Thibault: [aloud] Ah, you have to pee! *Outside*!
André le Pate: But sire... the wolves! I could be eaten!
Count Thibault: Find a torch! Idiot.
André le Pate: Master! You're worried. What is wrong?
Count Thibault: The wizard - - he exploded.
Julia: Honey, did you know that the women of my lineage are all lionhearted?
Julia: [her family motto] Courage is my creed.
Hunter: Do you realize the bath you just took cost over two thousand dollars? That's American dollars!
Count Thibault: Is that a lot?
Hunter: Yes, yes it is.
Count Thibault: Then I will repay you with one of my swans.
Julia: But Hunter doesn't have a sister.
Count Thibault: Excuse me, I will kill him for you.
Count Thibault: Run behind the chariot, peasant!
Hunter: Yes, master!
André le Pate: He can't run behind the car!
Count Thibault: He cannot ride with us; he is not noble.
Julia: Yes, but he has to ride in the car.
Count Thibault: He is very fast!
Hunter: We-we're taking the freeway; you can run seventy miles an hour, can you?
André le Pate: I have good boots!
Amber: Who is this?
Andre: I am Andre le Pate. I have big balls! And my ass breathes fire!
Count Thibault: I am already wealthy. I own hundreds of horses and bags of pepper, four hundred backs of wool, and fifty barrels of Spanish olives.
Andre: And you own me, Sire.
Count Thibault: Yes. But you have no value.
Andre: [pause] That is true.
Maitre D': [he is brandishing a raw chicken which Andre has stolen from the kitchens, skewered with an umbrella and tried to roast in the fireplace] I'm afraid I'm going to have add an order of "Chicken à la Umbrella" to your bill.
Hunter: [he notices André's table manners] Actually, the floor wasn't such a bad place for him. Easier to hose down.
Hunter: Your French relatives are bathing in the toilet.
André le Pate: [as the Count is bathing, Andre takes a bottle of Chanel and drinks some, handing it to the count] Ah! Very good flavour!
Count Thibault: [he drinks some, then promptly spits it out] Blah! This is not wine, ignorant peasant! It is oil for the bath!
Count Thibault: [explaining his perplexion with the light-switch] I do not have this invention in my castle.
Julia: You don't have power?
Count Thibault: I have the power to judge and condemn to death any villain on my land.
Julia: [nonplussed] Oh, really? Hunter will be so jealous.
Narrator: You could tell from the petulant arch on his furrowed brow that he was not in route to a good deed.
Hunter: [to the Count and Andre as they are in the bathroom] Don't be bashful with the soap.
[after the wizard's apartment explodes]
Count Thibault: Damn English Wizards. Can't do anything right.