:42:03
- The medallion.
- Give me your name first.
:42:06
Robin of Locksley.
:42:09
Well, Robin of Locksley--
:42:12
You got balls of solid rock. Come on.
:42:19
That's Much, the miller's son,
Harold Brownwell...
:42:22
...that stumpy one is David of Doncaster,
but the lads call him '"Bull.'"
:42:28
Because you're short?
:42:30
It's because I'm so long!
:42:37
Save it!
:42:38
Save it for the ladies.
:42:41
Give him some mead.
:42:46
I made that myself.
:42:49
Has English hospitality changed so
in six years...
:42:53
...that a friend of mine's not welcome?
:42:56
But he's a savage, sire!
:42:59
That he is.
:43:02
But no more than you or I.
:43:07
And don't call me '"sire.'"
:43:11
With regret, I must decline.
:43:15
Allah forbids it.
:43:16
Your loss!
:43:18
Why are so many of you in hiding?
:43:21
We're all outlaws.
:43:23
Got prices on our heads.
:43:25
Even the lad.
:43:26
He's a blasted Sheriff.
He says we owe him taxes.
:43:31
Your ghost will only keep his men
at bay so long.
:43:35
They've worked so far.
You have a better idea?
:43:43
We can fight back.
:43:48
Did I crack your noble head?
:43:51
These are all good lads here...
:43:54
...with hearts of oak, but they're farmers.
:43:58
It'd be lambs to the slaughter.