Quotes from Richard Burton movies and TV shows - page 2 of 3

Thomas a Becket: Tonight you can do me the honor of christening my forks.
King Henry II: Forks?
Thomas a Becket: Yes, from Florence. New little invention. It's for pronging meat and carrying it to the mouth. It saves you dirtying your fingers.
King Henry II: But then you dirty the fork.
Thomas a Becket: Yes, but it's washable.
King Henry II: So are your fingers. I don't see the point.

Thomas a Becket: Nobility lies in the man, my prince, not in the towel.

King Henry II: So what in most people is morality, in you it's just an exercise in... what's the word?
Thomas a Becket: Aesthetics.
King Henry II: Yes, that's the word. Always "aesthetics."

Thomas a Becket: We must manage the church. One can always come to a sensible little arrangement with God.
King Henry II: Becket, you are a monster.
Thomas a Becket: You flatter me, My Lord.

Thomas a Becket: Yes, we have soldiers disguised in the crowd to encourage enthusiasm.
King Henry II: Why must you destroy all my illusions?
Thomas a Becket: Because you should have none, My Prince.

Thomas a Becket: Oh Lord, how heavy thy honor is to bear.

Diana: Then all the tales I've heard of you are true.
Marcellus Gallio: Every man makes enemies.
Diana: All your enemies seem to be women.

Diana: Perhaps you don't believe that a girl of eleven could fall in love, and stay in love all these years.
Marcellus Gallio: Don't cry, my love. Lucia thought I was in love, and I laughed at her, but women are wise in these matters.

Caligula: You put him to death? Then why are you risking your life for him?
Marcellus Gallio: I owe Him more than my life.

Marcellus Gallio: Surely you don't believe he rose from the dead.
Justus: He lives more surely than we do.
Marcellus Gallio: He's dead! And no moonstruck girl can sing him to life again.
Justus: How do you know that he's dead?
Marcellus Gallio: The soldier told me. The soldier who saw the lance thrust into his side. The soldier who was - out there.
Justus: What's wrong?
Marcellus Gallio: Were you out there?

Diana: No, Marcellus, they'll kill you.
Marcellus Gallio: You must have faith.
Diana: Faith in what? This new God of yours? How can he help you? He couldn't help his own son. They crucified him and they'll kill you too.

George: And please keep your clothes on, too. There aren't many more sickening sights in this world than you with a few drinks in you and your skirt up over your head. Or "your heads", I should say.

George: You take the trouble to construct a civilization, to build a society based on the principles of... of principle. You make government and art and realise that they are, must be, both the same. You bring things to the saddest of all points, to the point where there is something to lose. Then, all at once, through all the music, through all the sensible sounds of men building, attempting, comes the Dies Irae. And what is it? What does the trumpet sound? Up yours.

Martha: Hey.
George: Hark! Jungle sounds.
Martha: Hey.
George: Animal noises.

George: Martha, in my mind you're buried in cement right up to the neck. No, up to the nose, it's much quieter.

Martha: You make me puke.
George: That wasn't a very nice thing to say, Martha.

George: And that's how you play "Get the Guests."

Nick: Who did the painting?
George: Some Greek with a moustache that Martha attacked one night.

Martha: Well, you're going bald.
George: So are you.

George: I used to drink brandy.
Martha: You used to drink bergen, too.