I absolutely love this movie and Porthos is my favourite character next to Rochefort.
My favourite quotes (all Porthos):
Porthos: You, boy, are arrogant, hot tempered and entirely too bold. I like that. Reminds me of me.
Porthos: Go home. Find a wench, raise fat babies, live a good long life.
Porthos: Rochefort. Isn't that a smelly kind of cheese?
Porthos: A lively tune... I'm inspired to dance!
(Love the scene where he is drunk and asks Athos for a dance - who in turn, punches him out.)
[This is one of my fav scenes]
Athos: Only a fool would try and arrest us twice in one day.
Guard: You're under arrest.
Aramis, Porthos: A fool.
Guard: Are you coming peacefully or do you intend to resist?
Porthos: Oh don't be so stupid, of course we intend to resist! Just give us a moment, all right?
Porthos: Five of them, three of us. Hardly seems fair.
Aramis: Maybe we should give them a chance to surrender.
D'Artagnan: Excuse me, but there's four of us.
Athos: It's not your fight. You're not a Musketeer.
D'Artagnan: I may not wear the tunic, but I believe I have the heart of a Musketeer.
Porthos: Warrior!
Aramis: Poet!
Athos: You got a name, boy?
D'Artagnan: D'Artagnan.
Athos: Athos, Porthos, Aramis.
Porthos: Pleased to meet you again.
Aramis: Pleasure.
Porthos: Everyone acquainted?
[the four whirl around and unsheathe their swords]
Porthos: NOW, we are prepared to resist you!
D'Artagnan: As morning hues of sunswept...
Aramis: Fire!
D'Artagnan: ...fire caress your... poisoned face.
[Aramis looks pained. D'Artagnan gives up, and sweeps the bar maid into a kiss]
Porthos: I declare, the boy's a natural!
[the three musketeers and D'Artagnan are escaping from the Cardinal's men in his own coach]
Porthos: Champagne?
Athos: We're in the middle of a chase, Porthos.
Porthos: You're right - something red.
[During a chase, in the Cardinal's own coach]
Porthos: For a chase, the Cardinal recommends his excellent '24 Cabernet.
Porthos: [to D'Artagnan] You can't have any, you're too young.
Athos: Take the reins, boy.
Porthos: This sash was a gift to me, from the Queen of America.
D'Artagnan: There's no queen of America!
Porthos: I beg to differ, infant. We're on quite intimate terms, unless you can prove otherwise.
Porthos: The picnic was delicious, the champagne was excellent, remind me to send the Cardinal a note.
Porthos: Ah ha! The Cardinal's sacred snack chamber.
[Just to write out a few]
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