- Hayraddin: Why do you have to be so honorable?
- Quentin Durward: Why do you have to be so dishonorable?
- Hayraddin: Because I am a gypsy. It's expected of me.
- Quentin Durward: Tell me, gypsy. Do you know this castle?
- Hayraddin: Of course. Like the palm of your hand.
- Isabelle, Countess of Marcroy: [Referring to Lord Crawford] An antique Scottish earl.
- Charles, Duke of Burgundy: His right arm rests on the Scottish throne.
- Isabelle, Countess of Marcroy: And his left on the graveyard wall!
- Count William De la Marck: [Fighting in the darkness] How many are you?
- Quentin Durward: How many do you want?
- Quentin Durward: [to Isabelle] I have perhaps sworn too many oaths in my time. My life grows complicated.
- King Louis XI: [Louis and Burgundy are arguing over which faction to marry Isabelle into] Wait. I have a revolutionary proposal. A shocking proposal. Let us stand aside. Both of us. Let us allow the lady to marry whom she pleases.
- Charles, Duke of Burgundy: Marry whom she pleases? I'm too astonished to speak!
- King Louis XI: It's rather an immoral notion.
- Charles, Duke of Burgundy: You're up to something!
- Isabelle, Countess of Marcroy: [about Durward] Help him, you miserable man!
- Hayraddin: [Self-deprecatingly] What do you expect from the son of a horse thief?
- King Louis XI: [Lady Isabelle has selected Durward as a husband] Quentin Durward? Preposterous! No, no.
- Charles, Duke of Burgundy: But you agreed. Now, why not?
- King Louis XI: It's ridiculous, he's poor, he's a foreigner, he's honest... I don't trust him!
- Prologue: Our story begins in Scotland in 1465--when Knighthood was a drooping blossom--but the Scot, as usual, was poor in naught but cash.
- Quentin Durward: Consult your barber. Is there anyone else whose advice you trust?
- King Louis XI: I don't know about his advice, but if there is a man a king must trust it's the one who holds the knife daily at his throat.