Aldonza: All right, you're a squire. How does a squire squire?
Sancho Panza: Well, first, I ride behind him. Then he fights. And then I pick him up off the ground.
The Governor: (removing his cap respectfully) Cervantes, I think Don Quixote is brother to Cervantes.
Miguel de Cervantes: God help us - we are both men of La Mancha.
Don Quixote: Not well? What is illness to the body of a knight-errant? What matter wounds? For each time he falls, he shall rise again, and woe to the wicked.
Captain of the Guard: If you need anything, just shout... If you're able.
Cervantes' Manservant: What did he mean by that?
Miguel de Cervantes: He meant to frighten us. I think they intend us to stay.
Don Quixote: (to the innkeeper) See that your grooms care for my fleet-footed Rocinante, a horse of courage, sobriety, and chastity; the flower and glory of horseflesh.
Miguel de Cervantes: For me alone was Don Quixote born, and I for him. I give him to you.
Don Quixote: ...that I may dedicate each victory to her and call upon her in defeat, and if at last I give my life, I give it in the sacred name of Dulcinea.
The Barber: (singing, of Don Quixote) I can hear the cuckoo singing in the cuckooberry tree.
Sancho Panza: (singing) If he says that that's a helmet, I suggest that you agree.
The Barber: (singing) But he'll find it is not gold and will not make him bold and brave.
Sancho Panza: (singing) Well, at least he'll find it useful if he ever needs a shave.
Miguel de Cervantes: I've been a soldier and a slave. I've seen my comrades fall in battle or die more slowly under the lash in Africa. I've held them in my arms at the final moment. These were men who saw life as it is, yet they died despairing. No glory, no brave last words, only their eyes, filled with confusion, questioning "Why?" I don't think they were wondering why they were dying, but why they had ever lived. When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? To surrender dreams - -this may be madness; to seek treasure where there is only trash. Too much sanity may be madness! But maddest of all - -to see life as it is and not as it should be.
Miguel de Cervantes: We are to appear before the Inquisition.
The Governor: Heresy?
Miguel de Cervantes: No, not exactly. You see, we were presenting an entertainment.
The Governor: An entertainment? How does an entertainment get into trouble with the Inquisition?
Cervantes' Manservant: Perhaps they found an entertainment is not always what it seems.
The Governor: (to the Manservant) But why are YOU here?
Cervantes' Manservant: Somebody has to stage-manage the stage.
The Governor: Ho, ho! These two have empty holes in their heads!
Sancho: Dying is such a waste of good health.
The Governor: We generally fine a prisoner all his possessions.
Miguel de Cervantes: All of them.
The Governor: It's not practical to take more.
Sancho Panza: Many a man has gone to bed feeling well, only to wake up the next morning and find himself dead.
Don Quixote: That's a proverb.
Sancho Panza: Yes, Your Grace.
Don Quixote: I don't approve of them.
Sancho: They say one madman makes a hundred and love makes a thousand.
Aldonza: What does that mean?
Sancho: I'm not sure.
Don Quixote: (about to attack the windmill) Ho, there, foul monster! Cease the knocking at thy craven knees and prepare to do battle!
Sancho Panza: (nearly simultaneously) Your Grace, I swear by my wife's little black moustache that's not a giant, it's only a...
(with a yell, Don Quixote charges off)