Lord Rochester: No, the new world is too far. Too big. Too primitive. No, no, my place is here... corrupting the young.
Lord Rochester: Well, we've had an exciting day, haven't we? Stiff drink and straight to bed for me. Back to the real world. I could quite get used to this... adventure lark.
Lord Pelham: When one goes, Jamie, one must go with style.
Rebecca: [Rebecca walks up to Macleane after he has been staring at her] You are not a gentleman.
Macleane: I'm sorry?
Rebecca: No gentleman would stare at a lady like that in public.
Macleane: I do beg your pardon. Captain James Macleane, at your service.
Rebecca: Oh, so you are a gentlemen?
Rebecca: What a shame.
Macleane: And Rebecca's lost to me. How can I make love to her with the pox?
Rebecca: [Talking to her father about one of her suitors] He makes my flesh crawl.
Judge Beresteade: Captain James Macleane, for drunkenness, unruly behavior, causing an affray and disturbing the King's, I hereby sentence you to be placed in the Knightsbridge debtors' jail and to be held there until you are sober. Take him away.
Rich Prisoner: Care to express an opinion, sir?
Will Plunkett: Yeah. You've got more money than brains.
Chance: I pay you. And yet, you do nothing.
Macleane: [Complaining about the pox] My John Thomas is a complete disaster area!
Rebecca: Mr. Chance, I do believe you have halitosis.
Chance: [to Rebecca, as Macleane is being hanged] Open your eyes!