Movie: Legend of till

- Lord, what are these people doing?
- They pull down the idols that have created their own.
Why?
- Then to create the other and again to destroy them...

Thiel, I'm tired.
- Soon the morning, go to sleep.
- I'm tired of being young... I want to be as old as the Lamm and his wife. I wish I had a house and a roof over my head. Want to on the table stood a bowl of peas, and out of the oven smell of bread. In the evening, the house was burning candle. I'm tired of being young.
- It is your destiny, your cross. Yours and mine.
- I know, til...

Thiel, for years we've fought! A whole life! Now we won and again going somewhere...
- We go where there is no freedom.
- Then again, blood and death?
- Yes, blood and death.
- One life, maybe two or three, ten or one hundred. Until when?
- While man, born of woman, will not be free everywhere.
- This day will never come.
- So, we will wander forever!

- Where are you going?
- Home!
- Lamme! What!?
- I can't stand it! I can't stand it anymore! Not a minute!
- Lamme, my faithful friend! It is not necessary to complain about destiny, for there is nothing more beautiful than to wander and to endure hardship in the name of freedom!
- Enough! Pretty! To hell with her, the damn freedom! What good is it? What to do with it? I'm cold, til! Cold! It is not screwed, as in sheep's coat, in your goddamn freedom. I want to eat, and it will not fry on a spit. It will not go to bed as a wife. It's all empty words! It's nothing, til!

- Where are you going?
- Home!
- Lamme! What!?
- I can't stand it! I can't stand it anymore! Not a minute!
- Lamme, my faithful friend! It is not necessary to complain about destiny, for there is nothing more beautiful than to wander and to endure hardship in the name of freedom!
- Enough! Pretty! To hell with her, the damn freedom! What good is it? What to do with it? I'm cold, til! Cold! It is not screwed, as in sheep's coat, in your goddamn freedom. I want to eat, and it will not fry on a spit. It will not go to bed as a wife. It's all empty words! It's nothing, til!

- We are all fools! And I, you and Eulenspiegel! Fools, Til! Because we breathe for the sake of all these noble lords, and they are at this time trying to seduce our wives, eat wild boar hams, meat, fish, poultry, English tin plates and washed down with French wine.
Frivolous your words. I don't live for ham, beer and thrushes, and for the sake of freedom! Not a fat belly save the Homeland, and proud courage. And those that meekly bear the hardships until his death.

My son Wait a second, I'll help you! I'll come back and fuck him with something hard on the head!

The ashes of Klaas knock at my heart!

My son, the more we love our mistresses, the more expensive they are to us. Slaves are the same... the more the beloved master will impose on them taxes and confiscations, the more will they fear and love. Thanks to me in the Netherlands for heresy, killed fifty thousand people, now I leave the throne, and they whine. My son, do with them as I: be merciful with them in words, severe in fact, and when will come the day of your death, they bitterly will sigh and say, "Oh, that was good, sir..." and begins to cry.

- Are you afraid of God?
- No. And you?
- I'm afraid of...
Why?
I do not know.
- I am, actually, afraid, too, but always forget about it.