- Marguerite: They seek him here, they seek him there / Those Frenchies seek him everywhere / Is he in heaven, or is he in hell?/ My own elusive Pimpernel.
- Sir Percy: Sink me, the lady is a poet.
- [they kiss]
- Sir Percy: My dear chap, I never would have dreamt of depriving you of your moment of triumph. Alas, a moment was all I could spare.
- Prince Regent: Percy. Fashionably late, as usual.
- Sir Percy: Sink me, your highness, it was this damned cravat. Simply refused to tie. I ask you. Sticking out like a pincushion.
- Prince Regent: I might have known it would be something serious.
- Chauvelin: I take it, sir, that you do not approve of our new society.
- Sir Percy: Approval, sir, in my opinion, demands the attainment of perfection. And in that sense, you rather overrate the charms of your society. I'faith, for one thing, it does seem monstrous ill-dressed for any society, even a new one.
- Sir Percy: The only power that I can see at present, mademoiselle, is the power of your beauty.
- Marguerite: Well, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Sir Percy.
- Sir Percy: This beholder is enchanted.
- Sir Percy: You must tell me all about yourself, in every detail, but oh, so slowly, so very slowly, so that it takes a very, very long time.
- Sir Percy: They seek him here, they seek him there / Those Frenchies seek him everywhere / Is he in heaven, or is he in hell?/ That damned, elusive, pimpernel.
- Sir Percy: What is it you Frenchies say? Tou-che? You see I am a poet, and you did not know it, what?
- Marguerite: Will you not even defend your wife's honor?
- Sir Percy: Od's fish, m'dear, would you have me challenge the poor countess to a duel?
- Sir Percy: If we are to succeed, we must maintain our anonymity, mask our identities. Even if it means suffering the mockery of others. Being taken for fools, fops, nitwits, even cowards.
- Lord Timothy Hastings: That's the easy part. The hard part's not being able to boast about our exploits to the ladies.
- Countess de Tournay: God bless the Scarlet Pimpernel, whoever he may be. Surely he must be an angel in disguise.
- Sir Percy: Amen.
- Marguerite: I don't know whether you're mad, or...
- Sir Percy: Desperately in love? 'Tis all the same. Tell me, if you can, that you do not feel it, too.
- Sir Percy: If I were to tell you that I adore you, would you have me do so stintingly?
- Marguerite: *Adore* me?
- Sir Percy: Or would you have me declare it as I feel it, with all my heart?
- Marguerite: I see now what begins as a dream can end as a nightmare. Some causes can become warped and twisted, like some men.
- Sir Percy: [on his poem] Well, the pretty thing rhymes in four places, don't you see? And if a rhyme rhymes, it makes a poem, if you follow me.
- Prince Regent: As it were crystal clear... my dear!
- Countess de Tournay: [accusing Marguerite of denouncing the Marquis de St Cyr] Can you deny that, Lady Blakeney?
- Marguerite: I refuse to confirm or deny such accusations. For this is no trial - and you are no judge.
- Countess de Tournay: True, Madame. God will be your judge.
- Chauvelin: I am pleased to see that you have come to your senses.
- Count de Tournay: You left me little choice.
- Chauvelin: That was the general idea.