D'Artagnan: Ah. There you are. Shall we get to it?
Athos: So, are you eager to meet your maker?
D'Artagnan: I have other appointments.
Athos: You'll miss them, I'm afraid.
D'Artagnan: Well, I'll try my best to be on time.
Athos: My seconds.
Porthos: You! You're fighting this rascal?
D'Artagnan: My appointments. One o'clock. Two o'clock.
Athos: How long have you been in Paris?
D'Artagnan: Arrived this morning.
Athos: You have been busy.
D'Artagnan: Patience is not one of my virtues.
Porthos: Well, neither are good manners.
D'Artagnan: Wait for your turn, old man.
Porthos: What would you like me to put on your headstone? "Little shit"?
Athos: D'Artagnan. I'm Athos. This is Porthos and Aramis.
D'Artagnan: The Three Musketeers. I've heard of you. From my father, a musketeer himself. In fact, I came to Paris to be one of you.
Aramis: I'm afraid you're a little late.
D'Artagnan: What happened?
Athos: Oh, a bad mission. Budget cuts. Cardinal, progress. Take your pick.
Aramis: Well, then, welcome to Paris. Pity we'll have to kill you.
D'Artagnan: Well, if I can't become a musketeer, I might as well fight one. Or three.
Porthos: Kill him already. It's lunchtime and I'm starving.
Jussac: Well, well, well. How the mighty have fallen. Dueling in defiance of the edicts?
Athos: You got tired of rolling peddlers for spare change?
Man: Seal the square!
Jussac: Surrender your weapons and come along with us.
Man: Seal it off!
Jussac: Unless of course, you would rather resist.
Porthos: New plan. Kill the boy, kick their asses, and then go get some lunch. I could do with some exercise.
Jussac: You were saying?
Porthos: On the other hand, discretion is the better part of valor.
D'Artagnan: You're the musketeers.
Athos: Wrong. We were the musketeers. Now we're just...us. Rochefort.
Aramis: Shall we?
Captain Rochefort: Finish them off.
Athos: Let's even the odds.
D'Artagnan: Enjoying the show?
Constance: Watch out!
D'Artagnan: You didn't answer my question.
Constance: Are you always this cocky?
D'Artagnan: Only on Tuesdays...and whenever beautiful women are involved.
Jussac: Damn you!
D'Artagnan: Can't you see we're trying to have a conversation? What is your name?
D'Artagnan: Constance. Sounds very steadfast.
Constance: A quality you seem to know little about.
D'Artagnan: Oh, I beg to differ. Deep down, I am a hopeless romantic. Back for more?
People: Musketeers! Musketeers! Musketeers!
Athos: I'd forgotten what it feels like.
Aramis: We all have.
D'Artagnan: The name is d'Artagnan.
Constance: You must come from a very small town.
D'Artagnan: How did you know?
Constance: Lines like yours might actually work there. This is Paris. I suggest you stick to swordplay. In the battle of wits, you, sir, are unarmed.
Porthos: She's right, lad. The ladies of Paris are infinitely more complicated. They have a thousand ways of saying no, and only some of them mean yes.
Aramis: I hate to ruin the mood, but they will be back.
Athos: And unless you wish to fight an entire army.