Character: Constance Bonacieux

- Constance, stop! I want to see you every day! You belong to me by law, you are my wife, I want to own you entirely!

Goodbye, D'artagnan, it was a beautiful dream...

With all due respect, it's none of your business.
It became my business when you fell at my feet.
- You are a beautiful woman, I'm sure you are used to.

Three on one is, in your opinion, honestly?
- We were not going to kill him.
- Here is how?
Next time you must tell.

- We leave the garrison?
A garrison is no more, Brujon.
- It was our home, a place where people could find protection and justice, but no more than just a place. This is not a garrison. Where we're going where the fighting, saving lives - this is the garrison. The garrison is us.

If you get tired of being a musketeer, Porthos, you know, medical craft right after your call.

Amazing once we are not trying to deprive yourself of happiness.

- 50 su - and you will go to heaven.
- You're one of those religious fanatics?
- It was a metaphor.

When love is real, skill in bed doesn't matter.

- Someday you will become a Marshal of France, my poor D'artagnan.
- Why am I poor?
Because I loved you so much that you'll never forget me.

- Under certain circumstances five minutes are five centuries.
- When you love!