Porthos is actually bleeding.

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The oldest by some years, Athos is a father figure to the other musketeers. He is described as noble and handsome but also very secretive, drowning his secret sorrows in drink.

Aramis loves intrigues and women, which fits well with the opinions of the time regarding Jesuits and abbots. As a musketeer, his great ambition was to become an abbé; as an abbé he wishes for the life of the soldier. In the books it is revealed he became a musketeer because of a woman and his arrogance: as a young boy whose (plausibly genuine) ambition was to become an abbé, he had the misfortune to be caught and thrown out of a house, while (innocently or not) reading to a young woman.
Despite his Machiavellian attitude, Aramis holds very firmly to the sacred concept of friendship. In fact, the only wrong moves Aramis ever made were done when he refused to harm a friend (or a friend's feelings).
Aramis even tells the truth to Porthos about the man in the iron mask's real identity, despite fearing that Porthos would kill him. Friendship is so important to Aramis that it is strongly implied, at the end of Le Vicomte De Bragelonne, that he cried (for the first time in his entire life) when one of his friends died. Later, he explicitely told someone that he considered him a true friend.


Porthos, honest and slightly gullible, is the extrovert of the group, enjoying wine, women and song. His eating abilities even impress King Louis XIV during a banquet at Versailles. As the story advances, he looks more and more of a giant, and his death is that of a titan.
He carries a sword that Aramis nicknamed Balizarde.
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Aramis: Sometimes there are more important things in life than a good pair of tits.
Porthos: Really? If you can name me one thing that is more sublime than the feel of a plump, pink nipple between my lips, I'll build you a new cathedral.
Aramis: Forgiveness...
Porthos: Forgiveness...?
[Porthos farts]
Porthos: There... i am i forgiven? Come on... am i forgiven?
[play fight ensures between them]


Athos: What gives you the right to judge me, to play God with the lives of others? Is it because you're so much holier than everyone else?
Aramis: Well yes, there is that. But also because I'm more intelligent than anybody else.


Porthos: I'd rather die covered in blood than an old man lying in my own piss.


D'Artagnan: No. If anyone sees... it is death.
Queen Anne: If I don't kiss you, I'll die anyway.

D'Artagnan: Anne, I know that to love you is a treason against France, but not to love you is a treason against my heart.
Queen Anne: Then we will both die traitors, D'Artagnan.


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Re-watching "The man in the iron mask" tocmai m-am prins de ce il ador pe Alexandre Dumas atat de mult. :x [da, observati ca eu nu folosesc semnul asta niciodata.] Pentru ca scrie chestii care ma fac sa plang - pt ca e atat de incredibil de cheesy dar e atat de incredibil de bun la asta. xD Si multe altele, dar in principal asta-mi place la romantismul lui.

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Aramis: Athos, if we fail in this - and we probably will - it will be an honor to die beside you.


Aramis: [the Musketeers preparing for the battle] Our old uniformes. From our days of glory. I was saving them so that we could wear them in death. And so we shall.



Louis: You think my affairs are empty...
D'Artagnan: I think that it is possible for one man to love one woman all his life and be the better for it, yes.



Athos: [to Phillipe] Once I, once all of us, believed in serving something greater than ourselves. Aramis had his faith, Porthos his lust for life, D'Artagnan his devotion and I had Raoul. But we all had a common dream. That one day we would finally be able to serve a king who was worthy of the throne. It is what we dreamt, what we bled for, and what we have waited a lifetime to see. I taught Raoul to believe in that dream, and now my son is dead. And now I want to know if my son's life was in vain, and the only person who can answer that is you.



Porthos: I'm going to hang myself. ..As soon as i'm sober.



Athos: What is Porthos doing?
Aramis: Walking into the barn naked, or so it would seem.
Athos: But what is he doing?
Aramis: About to hang himself, I suppose; he's been threatening to do it for months.
Athos: Hang himself?

Porthos: [he puts the rope around his neck and prepares to jump] Farewell cruel world... farewell to useless Porthos.
[jumps]
Athos: [Aramis and Athos are watching the building from the outside] What was that?
Aramis: It's all right; I sawed the beam.
[the building promptly collapses, and Athos stares at Aramis in disbelief]
Aramis: Well, I'm a genius, not an engineer!


Aramis: Why are you so glum?
Porthos: I expected action. There was no fighting, there was no killing. I was useless.
Aramis: [angry] Porthos, I grow tired of this attitude. You're surrounded by beauty, by intrigue, by danger. What more can a man want? The robins are singing, the pigeons are cooing. Can't you listen to their song?
[he walks off in disgust as Porthos is raising an eyebrow; Porthos takes off his hat when something falls on it to reveal it's bird-dung]



Louis: D'Artagnan, I am not angry with you. I knew you would lead me to them, and so you have. Lay down your sword and I will not punish you. I will let you retire in peace, and I will give your friends a swift execution, if you surrender NOW!

Aramis: Perhaps you should take his offer. We're dead anyway.
Porthos: He's right, D'Artagnan.
Phillippe: Wait. Bargain me to Louis for all your lives. You've done your best. Please let me go.
D'Artagnan: No, I cannot do it. Even if I could give up my king, I could never give up my son.
[they all look at him, thunderstruck]
Phillippe: Your son?
D'Artagnan: I loved your mother. I love her still. You are my son. I never knew you existed. And I never felt pride as a father... until this moment.



Louis: Cowards! Twenty men run from four?
Lt. Andre: The corridor nullifies our numbers, and nobody has the stomach to fight the captain!


[the Four Musketeers and Phillipe are trapped by riflemen at the other end of the hallway]
Aramis: D'Artagnan... They're young Musketeers. They've been weaned on our legends. They revere us. It is an advantage.
Porthos: Yes. Why don't we charge them?
D'Artagnan: I trained these men. They will fight to the death. But if we must die - if WE must die - let it be like this.
[He draws his sword and points it at the floor. Aramis, Porthos, and Athos, join their swords with his]
Athos: One for all. All for one.

[as the Four Musketeers and Phillipe charge]
Louis: Shoot! [no one has the balls to shoot the Musketeers. They all just stare stunned.]
Lt. Andre: Magnificent valor...



Abbe Faria: Here is your final lesson - do not commit the crime for which you now serve the sentence. God said, "Vengeance is mine".
Edmond Dantes: I don't believe in God.
Abbe Faria: It doesn't matter. He believes in you.



Mercedes: I want to be free of you... the way you, obviously, are free of me.
Mercedes: I don't know what dark plan lies within you. Nor do I know by what design we were asked to live without each other these 16 years. But God has offered us a new beginning...
Edmond: God?
Mercedes: Don't slap His hand away.
Edmond: Can I never escape Him?
Mercedes: No, He is in everything. Even in a kiss.


“There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state with another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness.” Chapter 117

Until the day when God will deign to reveal the future to man, all human wisdom is contained in these two words,—'Wait and hope.'” Chapter 117


Napoleon: In life, we are all either kings or pawns.


Edmond: Life is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes. You must look into that storm and shout as you did in Rome. "Do your worst, for I will do mine!" Then the fates will know you as we know you: as Albert Mondego, the man!

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D'Artagnan i-a lasat trandafiri reginei pentru toata viata, in secret, pe unde apuca. Trandafiri rosii.

Revazand filmul, am realizat ca e un film care arata destul de bine ce inseamna onoarea, respectul, unitatea, curajul si mai ales, prietenia.

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