Morgan Freeman: Azeem

Robin Hood: O Príncipe dos Ladrões

Azeem

Azeem: A wise man once said: "There are no perfect men in the world; only perfect intentions."

Azeem: English! English! Behold, Azeem Edin Bashir Al Bakir. I am not one of you, but I fight! I fight with Robin Hood. I fight against a tyrant who holds you under his boot! If you would be free men, then you must fight! Join us now, join Robin Hood!

Azeem: [Azeem shows Guy's approaching men with a telescope. Robin peers at it, bewildered] How did your uneducated kind ever take Jerusalem?
Robin Hood: God knows.

Azeem: Where I come from, we talk to our women. We do not drug them with plants.

Azeem: No man controls my destiny... especially not one who attacks downwind and stinks of garlic.
Robin Hood: I had to try.
Azeem: *I* would have succeeded.

Robin Hood: What do you know of women?
Azeem: Where I come from, Christian, there are women of such beauty, that they can possess a man's mind so that he would be willing to die for them.
Robin Hood: Wait a minute. Is that why you were to be executed? Because of a woman?
[laughs]
Robin Hood: That's it, isn't it? That's it!
Azeem: It is close to sunset.
Robin Hood: You painted old hound, who was she? The mullah's daughter? Another man's wife? What's her name?
Azeem: Is there no sun in this cursed country? Which way is East?
Robin Hood: Her name.
Azeem: East!
Robin Hood: Her name.
Azeem: Jasmina.
Robin Hood: [points] That way.

[the outlaws are passing a jug of mead around a circle; Hal finishes, then starts to pass the bottle past Azeem]
Robin Hood: Has English hospitality changed so much that a friend of mine's not welcome?
Hal: But he's a savage, sire.
Robin Hood: That he is... but no more than you or I. And don't call me sire.
[Hal offers the jug to Azeem]
Azeem: Regretfully, I must decline. Allah forbids it.
Little John: Your bloody loss, mate.

Robin Hood: And you. You travel ten thousand miles to save my life and leave me to be butchered.
Azeem: I fulfill my vows when I choose to.
Robin Hood: Which does not include prayer time, meal time, or any time I'm outnumbered six to one.
Azeem: You whine like a mule. You are still alive.

Duncan: Curse those Moors and Saracens. If it wasn't for their ungodly ways, master Robin would never have left. What manner of name is Azeem? Irish, Cornish?
Azeem: Moorish.

Azeem: [holding Robin Hood back] Come, my friend! Make his sacrifice an act of honor! Come now.

Guy of Gisborne: C'mon, damn you! There're only three of them!
Soldier: It's not the men we fear, sir. It's the evil spirits.
Guy of Gisborne: Robin of the Hood! Son of a devil worshipper! Your father died a coward, cursing your name and squealling like a stuck pig!
Azeem: You will bring no justice to your father by dying today.