Jean Seberg credited as playing...
Joan of Arc
- St.Joan of Arc: Shall I arise from the dead and come back to you, a living woman?
- Warwick: Rome made you a saint, we had no hand in the business. Let Rome decide.
- Cauchon: Stay where you are, woman. A dead saint is always safer for the Church than a living one...
- St.Joan of Arc: O God who made this beautiful earth, when will it be ready to receive your saints? How long, o Lord? How long?
- St.Joan of Arc: It was easy to fight the Goddamns and still to love them. A blasphemy is a kind of prayer.
- St.Joan of Arc: Be you a saint?
- English Soldier: Yes, lady, straight from hell.
- Dunois, Bastard of Orleans: A saint, and from hell!
- English Soldier: Yes, noble captain, I have a day off. Every year, you know. That's my allowance for my one good action.
- Cauchon: Wretch! In all the years of your life did you do only one good action?
- English Soldier: I never thought about it: it came natural like. But they scored it up for me.
- The Dauphin, Charles VII: What was it?
- English Soldier: Why, the silliest thing you ever heard of. I...
- St.Joan of Arc: He tied two sticks together, and gave them to a poor lass that was going to be burned.
- St.Joan of Arc: [to Cauchon] But what happened to thee? Art thou dead or alive?
- Cauchon: Dead. Dishonoured. They pursued me beyond the grave. They excommunicated my dead body; they dug it up and flung it into the sewer.
- [about her voices]
- St.Joan of Arc: They come from God.
- Robert de Baudricourt: They come from your imagination.
- St.Joan of Arc: Of course. That is how the messages of God come to us, through our imagination.
- St.Joan of Arc: There's no help, no council in any of you. I thought I would have friends in the court of France, and I find only wolves fighting for pieces of her poor torn body. I believed that you, who now cast me out, would be like strong towers to keep harm from me. But I'm wiser now and nobody is any the worse for being wiser. Don't think you can frighten me by telling me that I'm alone. France is alone... and God is alone... and what is my loneliness before the loneliness of my country and my God?