Robin Hood Quotes (1973)
Sheriff of Nottingham: Wait a minute. Is the safety on Old Betsy?
Trigger: [tapping the side of the crossbow] You bet it is, Sheriff.
Sheriff of Nottingham: That's what I'm afraid of. You go first.
Robin Hood: We'll have six children!
Marian: [charmed] Six? Oh, a dozen at least!
Marian: [Nutsy shoots an arrow at Robin, who dodges, and the ricochet just misses Nutsy. Marian, not content to let that go, smacks Nutsy in the face with a blackberry pie] Take that!
[Marian and Robin laugh]
Sheriff of Nottingham: "Criminently", Trigger! Point that peashooter the other way.
Trigger: Don't you worry none, Sheriff. The safety's on Old Betsy.
[Old Betsy goes off]
Sheriff of Nottingham: What in tarnation you tryin' to do, you birdbrain?
Trigger: Just doin' my duty, Sheriff.
Sheriff of Nottingham: Oh, you and that itchy trigger finger of yours.
Prince John: I sentence you to sudden, instant, and even immediate death!
Marian: Oh, no. Please. Please, sire. I beg of you to spare his life. Please have mercy.
Prince John: My dear, emotional lady, why should I?
Marian: Because I love him, Your Highness.
Prince John: Love him? And does this prisoner return your love?
Robin Hood: Marian, my darling, I love you more than life itself.
Prince John: Hiss! You're never around when I need you!
Hiss: Coming, coming.
[begins singing 'For I'm a Jolly Good Fellow' until Prince John uncorks the barrel he's in]
Hiss: Oh! there you are old boy! PJ, you're not going to believe this, but the stork is really Robin Hood.
Prince John: Robin Hood? UHHH.
[ties hiss around a pole]
Prince John: Get out of that if you can.
Prince John: Stop! Executioner, stop! Hold your axe!
Little John: [threatening him with a dagger] Okay, big shot, now tell him to untie my buddy, or I'll...
Prince John: Sheriff, release my buddy! I mean, release the prisoner!
Sheriff of Nottingham: Untie the prisoner?
Clucky: You heard what he said, bushel britches!
Prince John: Sheriff, I make the rules! And since I'm head man...
[to Little John]
Prince John: Not so hard, you mean thing.
[back to the Sheriff]
Prince John: Let him go, for heaven's sake! Let him go!
Sheriff of Nottingham: You're under arrest for high treason to the crown!
Hiss: A perfect fit, Sire! Looks real cunning! You look real dignified, sincere, masterful, noble...
Prince John: Don't overdo it, Hiss!
[Prince John and Hiss have just been robbed by Robin Hood and Little John]
Hiss: I knew it! I knew this would happen! I tried to warn you, but no, no, no, you wouldn't listen. You just had to...
[Prince John is about to hit Hiss with his mirror]
Hiss: Ah! Ah! Ah! Seven years bad...
Hiss: ...luck. That's what it is. Besides, you broke your mother's mirror.
Prince John: Ahh! Mommy!
[sucks his thumb and gets mud all over it]
Prince John: I've got a dirty thumb.
Robin Hood: [sees Maid Marian] There she is, Little John. Isn't she beautiful?
Little John: Cool it, loverboy! You're heart's running away with your head!
Robin Hood: Ah, stop worrying. This disguise will fool my own mother.
Little John: Yeah, but your mom ain't here. You gotta fool ol' Bushel Britches.
Prince John: This crown gives me a feeling of power! Power! Forgive me a cruel chuckle. Heh-heh-heh. Power...
Prince John: One more, one more hiss out of you, and you are walking to Nottingham.
Hiss: Snakes don't walk: they slither. So there.
Robin Hood: [after just swinging her to safety, he takes her hand] Marian, my love, will you marry me?
Marian: Oh, darling, I thought you'd never ask me!
[moves behind Robin Hood so he can continue to fight the Sheriff's men]
Marian: [giggles] But you could have chosen a more romantic setting!
Robin Hood: For our honeymoon: London! Normandy!
Robin Hood: Sunny Spain?
Marian: [laughs] Why not?
Hiss: What cheek! Creepy? Buster? Long one? Who does that dupey duke think he is?
[the Sheriff and the vultures are building a scaffold to hang Friar Tuck]
Sheriff of Nottingham: Well, Trigger. Everything's rigged up and all set.
Trigger: Yep, it's one of the prettiest scaffolds you ever built, Sheriff.
Nutsy: Sheriff, don't you reckon you should give that trap door a test?
[pulls a lever and opens the trap door, allowing the Sheriff to fall in]
Sheriff of Nottingham: Criminently, now I know why your mama called you "Nutsy".
[the Sheriff of Nottingham enters the castle singing]
Sheriff of Nottingham: He throws an angry tantrum if he cannot have his way / He calls for Mom and sucks his thumb and doesn't want to play / Too late to be known as John the First, he's sure to be known as John the Worst!
[to Sir Hiss]
Sheriff of Nottingham: [speaking] Am I right?
Hiss: [chuckles] That's P.J. to a "T". Let me try, let me try.
[lowers his voice]
Hiss: [singing] Too late to be known as John the First, he's sure to be known as John the Worst!
[sees Prince John peeking behind a door, with a glass jug of wine in his hand, shrivels]
Hiss: The Fabulous, Marvelous, Merciful, Chivalrous...
Sheriff of Nottingham: Oh, you've got it all wrong, Hiss. The Sniveling, Groveling, Measely, Weaseling...
Prince John: [shouts] Enough!
[throws the glass jug at the Sheriff, but it hits the wall and the wine rains down on him]
Sheriff of Nottingham: But, but... um, Sire, it's a big hit. The whole village is singing it.
Prince John: Oh, they are, are they? Well, they'll be singing a different tune. Double the taxes! Triple the taxes!
[grabs Sir Hiss by the neck]
Prince John: Squeeze every last drop out of those insolent - musical - peasants.
Robin Hood: [He and Little John are dressed as Gypsy women] Ooh-de-la-lay! Ooh-de-la-lay! Fortune tellers!
Little John: Fortunes forecast! Lucky charms!
Robin Hood: Catch the dope with your horoscope!
Robin Hood: [in disguise] I'm gonna win that Golden Arrow, and then I'm goin' to present meself to Maid Marian...
Sheriff of Nottingham: Listen, Scissor-bill. If you shoot half as well as you blabbermouth, you're better than Robin Hood.
Robin Hood: Robin Hood, he says? Wowee! I'm tip-top, alright, but I'm not as good as he is.
[Shoots a perfect bullseye]
Hiss: How nobly King Richard's crown sit on your royal brow.
Prince John: Doesn't it?... King Richard?
[wrings Hiss' neck]
Prince John: I told you never to mention my brother's name again!
Hiss: A mere slip of the forked tongue, Sire.
Friar Tuck: Praise the Lord, and pass the tax rebate!
Prince John: Stop, hee hee hee, stop hissing in my ear!
Robin Hood: [posing as a fortune teller] A face appears. A crown is on his noble brow.
Prince John: Oo-dee-lally! A crown! How exciting!
Robin Hood: His face is handsom, regal, majestic, lovable... a cuddly face.
Prince John: Handsome, regal, majestic, ha ha. Lovable, yes, yes. Cuddly.
Prince John: Oh, that's me to a tease. It truly is.
Robin Hood: [is slapped by Hiss] Ooh!
Prince John: Now what?
Robin Hood: I... uh... I see your illustrious name.
Prince John: [shouts] I know my name! Get on with it!
Robin Hood: Your name will go down, down, down in history, of course.
Prince John: Yes! I knew it! I knew it! You hear that, Hiss? Don't forget it!
Prince John: My trap is baited and set! And then, revenge! Ahh...
[screams so loud it almost blows off Hiss' skin]
Prince John: Revenge!
Hiss: Shhh! Not so loud, sire! Remember, only you and I know, and your secret is my secret.
Toby: Gee, Skippy, how come you're going?
Skippy: Well, Robin Hood's gonna have kids, so somebody's gotta keep their eye on things.
Alan-A-Dale: Man, oh man! That Prince John sure made good as threat! And his helpless subjects paid dearly for his humiliation, believe me. Taxes, taxes, taxes. Why he taxed the whole heart and soul out of the poor people of Nottingham, and if you couldn't pay your taxes, you went to jail. Yep, I'm in here too. Nottingham was in deep trouble.
Sheriff of Nottingham: Howdy, Friar! Well, it looks like I dropped in just in time!
Father Saxton: What does that big-bellied bully want here?
Sheriff of Nottingham: [to Otto as he's sitting down] Let me give you a hand with that leg.
[lifts up Otto's leg]
Sheriff of Nottingham: Upsie-daisy.
[farthings fall out of Otto's cast into the Sheriff's hand]
Sheriff of Nottingham: Bingo! Oh, what they won't think of next!
Friar Tuck: Little John? It can't be...
Little John: [unchains Friar Tuck] Ssshh. Quiet, we're busting out here.
Friar Tuck: Thank God. My prayers have been answered.
Little John: [singing] All the world will sing of an English king a thousand years from now / And not because he's passed some law or had that lofty brow / While bonnie good King Richard leads the Great Crusade he's on / We'll all have to slave away for good for nothing, John / Incredible as he is inept / Whenever the history books are kept, they'll call him the Phony King of England.
Friar Tuck: [singing] A pox on the phony King of England.
Robin Hood: Tell me, young man, how old are you?
Skippy: Gosh, I'm seven years old! Going on eight!
Robin Hood: Seven? That does make you the man of the house.
Clucky: Long live King Richard! Yeeeeeeeeeeee-hee!
Little John: Ooh, what a main event this is! What a beautiful brawl!
Tagalong: Good bye, Mr. Robin Hood. Come again at my birthday!
Sheriff of Nottingham: Well, greetings from your friendly neighborhood tax collector.
Otto: Oh, take it easy on me, Sheriff. What with this busted leg and all, I'm way behind on my work, Sheriff.
Sheriff of Nottingham: I know, Otto, but you're way behind on your taxes too.
Friar Tuck: Oh, have a heart, Sheriff. Can't you see he's laid up?
Alan-A-Dale: Well, even though, Prince John offered a huge reward for the capture of Robin Hood, that elusive Rob kept on robbing the rich to feed the poor, and believe me, it's a good thing he did, because what with taxes and all, the poor folks Nottingham were starving to death.
Sis: I told Skippy he was shooting it too high.
Marian: Well, I'm sure glad he did. Now I get to meet all of you.
Marian: Oh, Clucky, surely he must know how much I really love him.
Clucky: But of course, my dear. Believe me, someday soon, your Uncle King Richard will have an outlaw for an in-law!
Little John: And now, your mightiness, allow me to lay some protocol on you...
Prince John: Oh, no, forgive me, but I lose more jewels that way.
Little John: I am Sir Reginald, Duke of Chatne... and don't stick your tongue out at me, kid.
Friar Tuck: [the Sheriff has taken the only coin from the Poor Box, and Friar Tuck is furious] You thieving scandal!
Sheriff of Nottingham: Now, take it easy, Friar, I'm just doing my duty.
Friar Tuck: Collecting taxes for that arrogant, greedy, ruthless, no-good Prince John?
Sheriff of Nottingham: Listen, Friar, you're mighty preachy and you're gonna preach your neck right into a hangman's noose.
Friar Tuck: [shouts] Get out of my church! Out! Out! Out! Out!
[pushes the Sheriff out into the rain]
Friar Tuck: You want taxes? I'll give you taxes!
[begins fighting with the Sheriff]
Clucky: As your lady in waiting, I'm waiting.
Alan-A-Dale: Oh, incidentally, I'm Alan-A-Dale, a minstrel. That's an old time folk singer. My job is to tell it like it is, or was, or whatever.
Little John: [as Sir Reginald] Ah, milord, the esteemed royal sovereign of the realm. The head man himself. You're beautiful.
Prince John: Such savoir faire eclat elan, Hiss.
Little John: You took the words right out of my mouth, P.J.
Prince John: P.J. I like that, do you know I do. Hiss, put it on my luggage.
Little John: You know something, Robin? You're taking too many chances.
Robin Hood: Chances? You must be joking! That was just a bit of a lark, Little John.
Little John: Oh, yeah? Take a look at your hat. That's not a candle on a cake.
Robin Hood: [regarding the arrow in his hat] Hello! This one almost had my name on it, didn't it? They're getting better, you know. You've got to admit it! They are getting better.
Little John: Yeah, the next thing you know, that sheriff will probably have a rope around our necks! Pretty hard to laugh hanging there, Rob!
Robin Hood: The sheriff and his whole possy couldn't lift you off the ground.
Alan-A-Dale: [singing] Every town / Has its ups and downs / Sometimes ups / Outnumber the downs / But not in Nottingham.
Little John: [after sitting on Hiss] Oh, excuse me, Buster.
Hiss: Buster? You, sir, have taken my seat!
Prince John: [laughs] Hiss, with you around, who needs a court jester?
Prince John: Mother... Mother always did like Richard best.
Clucky: [smacking Prince John on the head with the golden arrow] Take that, you scurvy knave!
Prince John: Seize the fat one!
Friar Tuck: Alright, laugh, you two rouges, but there's gonna be a big to-do in Nottingham.
[tastes the stew and coughs]
Friar Tuck: Well done, ain't it? Old Prince John's having a championship archery tournament tomorrow.
Little John: Archery tournament? Huh! Old Rob could win that standing on his head. Huh, Rob?
Robin Hood: Thank you, Little John, but I'm sure we're not invited.
Friar Tuck: No, but there's somebody who will be very dissapointed if you don't come.
Little John: Yeah, ol' Bushel Britches, the Honorable Sheriff of Nottingham.
Friar Tuck: No, Maid Marian.
Robin Hood: Maid Marian?
Friar Tuck: Yeah. She's gonna give a kiss to the winner.
Robin Hood: A kiss to the winner? Oodelaly! Come on, Johnny! What are we waiting for?
Friar Tuck: Wait a minute, Rob. Hold it. That place will be crawling with soldiers.
Robin Hood: Ah, but remember... faint hearts never won fair lady. Fear not, my friends.
[he shoots an arrow, it ricochets off a washing tub; Robin then throws his hat in the air, where it is ran through by the arrow and lands back on his head]
Robin Hood: This will be my greatest performance.
Robin Hood: Faint hearts never won fair lady.
King Richard: Oh, Friar Tuck. It appears that I now have an outlaw for an in-law.
Hiss: Sire! Sire! They may be bandits.
Prince John: Oh, poppycock. Female bandits? What next? Rubbish.
Sis: Oh, he's so handsome... just like his reward posters.
Nutsy: [shouting] One o'clock and all's well!
Sheriff of Nottingham: [clock chimes three times] Nutsy, you better set your brain ahead two hours.
Nutsy: Right. Hey, Sheriff, does that there mean adding or subtracting?
Sheriff of Nottingham: Oh, just forget everything.
Nutsy: Yes sir, yes sir.
Sheriff of Nottingham: Nutsy, how am I supposed to sleep with you yelling "all's well" all the time?
Little John: You're burning the chow!
Robin Hood: Sorry, Johnny. I guess I was thinking about Maid Marian again. I can't help it. I love her, Johnny.
Little John: Look, why don't ya stop moanin' and mopin' around? J-Just marry the girl.
Robin Hood: Marry her? You don't just walk up to a girl, hand her a bouquet and say, "Hey, remember me? We were kids together. Will you marry me?" No, it just isn't done that way.
Little John: Ah, come one, Robby. Climb the castle walls. Sweep her off her feet. Carry her off in style.
Robin Hood: It's no use, Johnny. I've thought it all out, and it just wouldn't work. Besides, what have I got to offer her?
Little John: Well, for one thing, you can't cook.
Robin Hood: I'm serious Johnny. She's a highborn lady of quality.
Little John: So she's got class. So what?
Robin Hood: I'm an outlaw. That's what. That's no life for a lovely lady. Always on the run. What kind of a future is that?
Friar Tuck: Oh, for heaven's sake, son. You're no outlaw. Why, someday, you'll be called a great hero.
Robin Hood: A hero? Did you hear that, Johnny? We've just been pardoned!
Little John: Oh, that's a gas. We ain't even been arrested yet.
Little John: You know somethin', Robin. I was just wonderin', are we good guys or bad guys? You know, I mean, uh? Our robbin' the rich to feed the poor.
Robin Hood: Rob? Tsk tsk tsk. That's a naughty word. We never rob. We just sort of borrow a bit from those who can afford it.
Little John: Borrow? Boy, are we in debt.
[after being stuffed into a barrel full of ale... ]
Hiss: Please! Please! I don't drink!
Prince John: [chasing Sir Hiss into the burning castle] You cowardly cobra! Procrastinating python! Agravating asp! Ooh, you eel in snake's clothing!
Hiss: I tried to tell you, but no, no, no, you wouldn't listen. Your traps just never work. And now look what you've done to your mother's castle.
Prince John: Hiss, this is a red-letter day. A coup d'etat, to coin the Norman phrase.
Robin Hood: That's all of them. Get going!
Little John: This ain't no hayride. Let's move it outta here. Hoooooo!
Friar Tuck: On to Sherwood Forest!
Hiss: [Prince John is sucking his thumb] Sire, if you don't mind my saying, you have a very loud thumb.
[starts to hypnotize him]
Hiss: Hypnosisss can cure you of your psssychosssis... ssso easssy...
Prince John: [Snaps out of it] No, no! None of that!
Hiss: Well, I was only trying to help.
Prince John: I wonder. Silly serpent.
Hiss: "Silly serpent"?
Prince John: That insolent blackguard... Oooh! I'll show him who wears the crown!
Hiss: I share your loathing, Sire. That scurrilous scoundrel who fooled you with that silly disguise, who dared to rob you and made you look so utterly ridiculous...
Prince John: Enough!
[swings at Hiss, who dodges him]
Prince John: Hiss, you deliberately dodged.
Hiss: But, but, but... Sire, please.
Prince John: Stop sniveling and hold still.
[Hiss holds still while Prince John hits him]
Hiss: [dazed] Thank you, Sire.
Tagalong: Gee, you're beautiful.
Sis: Are you going to marry Robin Hood?
Tagalong: Momma says that you and Robin Hood are sweethearts.
Marian: Well... you see, it all started before I left for London.
Toby: Did he ever kiss you?
Marian: Well... no, but he carved our initials on this tree. I remember it so well.
Skippy: Are you gonna have any kids? My mom's got a lot of kids.
Marian: Oh, he's probably forgotten all about me.
Skippy: Oh, not Robin Hood! I bet he'll storm the castle one day, fight the guards, rescue ya, and drag you off to Sherwood Forest!
Clucky: Now, just a minute there, young man! You forgot all about Prince John!
Skippy: That old Prince John don't scare me none!
Toby: I'm scared of Prince John. He's cranky.
Clucky: Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Marian: Or forgetful.
Prince John: Traitors to the crown must die!
Robin Hood: [cutting him off] Traitor to the crown? That crown belongs to King Richard. Long live King Richard!
Crowd: Long live King Richard!
Prince John: [Throwing a childish tantrum] Enough! I am King! King! King! Off with his head!
Sheriff of Nottingham: It smarts, don't it, Otto? But Prince John says if taxes should hurt...
Friar Tuck: [shouts] Now, see here, you evil, flint-hearted...
Sheriff of Nottingham: Now, now, now, now! Save your sermin, preacher. It ain't Sunday, you know.
Hiss: Sire, taxes are pouring in, the jail is full... oh, and good news, Sire. Friar Tuck is in jail.
Prince John: [Angry] Friar Tuck? It's Robin Hood I want, you idiot! Oh, I'd give all my gold if I could get my hands on... Did you say, Friar Tuck?
Hiss: Did I? Y-yes, I did.
Prince John: Yes, yes! I have it, Hiss! I'll use that fat friar as bait to trap Robin Hood.
Hiss: Another trap?
Prince John: Yes, you stupid serpent. Friar Tuck will be led to the gallows at the village square, don't you see.
Hiss: B-But Sire! Hang Friar Tuck? A man of the Church?
Prince John: Yes, my reluctant reptile, and when our elusive hero tries to rescue the corpulent cleric -Ha ha ha ha! - my men will be ready.
Little John: Hey! Who's drivin' this flyin' umbrella?
Prince John: One more hiss out of you... uhm... Hiss. And you are walking to Nottingham.
Hiss: [to himself] Snakes don't walk, they slither. Hmph. So there.
Prince John: Robbed! I've been robbed! Hiss! You're never around when I need you! I've been robbed.
Hiss: Of course you've been robbed!
Alan-A-Dale: You know, there's been a heap of legends and tall tales about Robin Hood. All different too. Well, we folks of the animal kingdom have our own version. It's the story of what really happened in Sherwood Forest.
Prince John: Taxes! Taxes! Beautiful, lovely taxes! Ah-hah! Ah-hah!
Hiss: S-Sire, you have an absolute skill for encouraging contributions from the poor.
Prince John: To coin a phrase, my dear counselor, rob the poor to give the rich.
Prince John: [talking in his sleep] It's Robin Hood I? I want.
Skippy: You gotta take the oath.
Toby: The oath?
Tagalong: Put your hand on your heart and cross your eyes.
Skippy: Spider, snakes and a lizard head.
Toby: [repeats] Spider, snakes and a lizard's head.
Skippy: If I tattletale, I'll die till I'm dead.
Toby: [repeats] If I tattletale, I'll die till I'm dead.
Sheriff of Nottingham: [Little John is secretly holding a dagger on Prince John and demanding Robin Hood's release] There's something funny going on around here.
Little John: [whispering] Now, tell my pal to kiss Maid Marian, or I've just found a new pincushion.
[the Sheriff goes behind the throne and sees Little John]
Sheriff of Nottingham: Why, you!
[tries to hit Little John with his sword, but misses. Little John lets go of Prince John and hits the Sheriff back]
Prince John: [shouts] Kill him! Don't stand there, kill him!