Becket Quotes

King Henry: Alright, Gentlemen! The Council is open!

Thomas Becket: Tonight you can do me the honor of christening my forks.

King Henry: Forks?

Thomas Becket: Yes, from Florence. New little invention. It's for pronging meat and carrying it to the mouth. Saves you from dirtying your fingers.

King Henry: But then you dirty for fork.

Thomas Becket: Yes, but it's washable.

King Henry: So are your fingers! I don't see the point!

Thomas Becket: Well, it hasn't any practically speaking, but it's refined, it's subtle, it's very.....un-Norman.

King Henry: Hahaha! You must order me some!

Thomas Becket: Honor is a concern of the living. One cannot very well be concerned with it once one's dead.

King Henry: You're too clever for me Thomas. But I know there's something not quite right about your reasoning.

Thomas Becket: Honor is a private matter within. It's an idea. Every man has his own version of it.

King Henry: How gracefully you tell your king to mind his own business.

King Henry: Well, Thomas Becket. Are you satisfied? Here I am....stripped...kneeling at your tomb. While those treacherous Saxon monks of yours are getting ready to thrash me. Me! With my delicate skin. I bet you'd never have done the same for me.