Faerie Tale Theatre (TV Series)

Rumpelstiltskin (1982)

Ned Beatty: The King

Quotes 

• Miller : I do know of one beauty, if you can believe her boasting father.

  The King : Oh really? Who?

  Miller : My daughter.

  The King : Your daughter?

  Miller : Yes, my lord.

• The King : [While the opening credits theme plays]  Stop!

  The Wizard : Your Majesty?

  The King : No more music!

  The Wizard : yes, Your Majesty, but why, Your Majesty?

  The King : I am unhappy.

  The Wizard : But why, Your Majesty, every princess in this world has begged to marry you.

  The King : Yes, yes.

  The Wizard : Princess Ansonia of Brazard, she who is more beautiful than even the royal swan.

  The King : Yes, yes.

  The Wizard : Princess Delgoon of Venzor.

  The King : Yes, yes!

  The Wizard : Princess...

  The King : Yes, NO! None of these names excite me. Except maybe to excite me to anger.

• The King : I see in you the mark of intelligence.

  Miller : Me, sir?

  The King : You, Miller. I am surrounded by fools. You are the man that will give me good advice.

  Miller : Me?

  The King : Are you not intelligent?

  Miller : [Shaking his head; then nodding it]  Uh, yes sir, mmmhmm!

• The King : It will be done. Tonight. Tomorrow all this straw will be gold or I will not be pleased.

  The Wizard : He will not be pleased.

  The King : And you will die.

  The Wizard : You will die.

• The King : She embroiders tapestries that resemble gold?

  Miller : Well, in a way, sir, they are gold.

  The King : In what way are they gold?

  Miller : In a sort of a gold way they are gold.

• [King, Daughter and Wizard enter larger straw room] 

  The Miller's Daughter : All this? Into gold?

  The King : By morning.

  The Wizard : Or...!

  The Miller's Daughter : I die.

• The King : Who stands out there?

  The Wizard : Your loyal subjects. Come to pay their monthly tribute.

  The King : Send me one.

  The Wizard : Sir?

  The King : Send one of those fellows in here.

  The Wizard : Which sir?

  The King : I don't care. Send me that lowely stupid looking one that's covered with dust. Who's he?

  The Wizard : The miller, sir, with his sack of flour.

  The King : He'll do.

• The King : You must spin for me just one more night then I will make you my wife.

  The Wizard : Wife? Uh, I mean to say, oh your wife?

  The King : My queen!

  The Wizard : The miller's daughter, my lord, your queen?

  The King : Yes, you toothless rube, where else am I going to meet a girl who is richer?

  The Wizard : [dignity stricken]  I have teeth, sire.

• The King : More music and faster! Faster!

• The King : [the baby sneezes]  Ah, the prince has spoken!

  The Wizard : [forced]  Oh yes, my lord.

• The King : I'm so pleased, with all this gold.