Ladyhawke

Phillipe: [regarding the empty space in the sword's hilt] Sir, you don't think that I took that... Etienne: No, this is mine to fill. Each generation is called upon to follow its own quest. Phillipe: What is your quest? Etienne: I must kill a man. Phillipe: Tell me, does this walking corpse have a name? Etienne: His Grace, the Bishop of Aquila. Phillipe: The Bishop. I see. Well... well, then you have too much to do. And I've already been enough of a burden to you. I do hope our paths cross again one day. Etienne: I need you to guide me into the city. Phillipe: Not for the life of my mother! Even if I knew who she was. Etienne: You are the only one who has ever escaped from there. Phillipe: It was chance! Pure chance! A miracle! Once in a lifetime! I fell down a hole and followed my nose! Etienne: [sighs] I have waited almost two years for a sign from God. So when I heard the morning bells of Aquila, I knew the moment of my destiny had come. You will be my guiding angel. Phillipe: Me? E

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Phillipe: Are you flesh? Or you are spirit? Isabeau: I am sorrow

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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.

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You have stumbled into a tragic story, little thief. Now you are lost in it with the rest of us.

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It's day, old man. As it was yesterday, and as it will be tomorrow.

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