- David Shepherd: You want blood? Come here and take it. It's fresh, still warm from the life that left it - the blood of my brother. Take his blood and call it enough. If you need more, take mine. Do it. I surrender; shoot me and call it enough. Or can one of you come down here and show me your face? Show me that you're more than tank, metal and shell - that you're human like we are - that you breathe, that you bleed, that you feel and feel pity - that you live for more than our deaths. Come, any of you who have lost a brother. Come and tell me it's enough.
- Palace Guard Boyden: [commenting on what's being served at David's banquet] Ice trucks means fish tonight. Probably king salmon, given the season.
- Palace Guard Klotz: No, it doesn't mean fish.
- Palace Guard Boyden: Then what?
- Palace Guard Klotz: Lamb. It's a hero's welcome. Heroes get red meat. I'd do it with a nice pistachio crust.
- Palace Guard Boyden: No chance. Queen Rose hates lamb ever since she spent summers on her uncle's sheep farm. Everyone knows that.
- Palace Guard Klotz: Do they? Do they know what color panties she picks for Thursdays, too?
- King Silas Benjamin: [to Jack] What wouldn't I give for a playboy who couldn't keep it in his pants and who runs through women; but what I have is a son who shows no interest in them.
- [Jack looks shocked]
- King Silas Benjamin: Oh, you thought I didn't know? I've been keeping pictures of our family out of the free press for years... what you do at night with your boys after your show of skirt-chasing is a disgrace. If you were my second son, I wouldn't care, but for a king it's not possible... We give up what we want when we want power; believe me. Now, you want to show me you have the heart to be king, show me you can control it. Wrestle it to the ground. numb it with ice. But you cannot be what God made you, not if you mean to take my place... Celebrate, Jack, it's what you're good at.
- Capt. David Shepherd: You want blood? Come here and take it. It's fresh, still warm from the life that just left it; the blood of my brother. So take it, take his blood and call it enough. If you need more, take mine. Do it! I surrender! Shoot me and call that enough. Or can one of you come down here and show me your face? Show me that you're more than tank, metal and shell; that you're human like we are, that you bleed, that you breathe, that you feel and feel pity, that you live for more than our deaths. Come, any of you who have lost a brother, come and tell me it's enough.