Milady de Winter: Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned… often… I lay with many men. I killed some of them. In the world’s eyes, I’ve done terrible, unforgivable things. But I once loved a man… and he loved me. Why did God abandon me? Why didn’t he answer my prayers?
Priest: You are a child of the devil. You are an abomination!
Milady de Winter: I know what I am! You don’t understand. I’m not looking for absolution! I want revenge!
Aramis: Wait for my signal. Surprise is everything.
Aramis: Surprise would have been everything!
Constance Bonacieux: Fifty sous and I’ll take you to heaven.
Guard: Are you one of those religious nutcases?
Constance Bonacieux: It was a metaphor.
Aramis: Or a stomach shot. Death is inevitable, but you’ll bleed for hours first.
Dujon: You can’t. This is murder.
Porthos: We won’t tell, if you won’t.
Aramis (to Dujon): Time to pay the reckoning for Cornet.
Porthos: And I bet he’s going to say, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Aramis: And then we’ll have to hurt him.
Porthos: At which point, he’ll suddenly remember he killed him. Why wait? Let’s just hurt him now.
Aramis: It could go like that. Or we can just skip to the confession part. It would save us time, and you pain. A lot of pain.
Constance Bonacieux: Stop fighting! All of you! Is three against one fair?
Athos: We weren’t going to kill him.
Porthos: Weren’t we?
Aramis: Next time, let us know.