Wat Quotes in A Knight's Tale (2001)

Wat: You have been weighed.

Roland: You have been measured.

Kate: And you have absolutely...

Chaucer: Been found wanting.

William: Welcome to New World. God save you, if it is right that He should do so.

Wat: [in a letter] I miss you like the sun misses the flower. Like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct its light to the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to.

Wat: Uh, betray us, and I will fong you, until your insides are out, your outsides are in, your entrails will become your extrails I will w-rip... all the p... ung. Pain, lots of pain.

Jocelyn: Better a silly girl with a flower than a silly boy with a horse and a stick.

Wat: It's called a lance. Hello?

Wat: I don't understand women.

Chaucer: Nor do I. But they understand us. Well, maybe not you.

Roland, Chaucer, Kate, Wat: [singing] He's blond, he's pissed, he'll see you in the lists, Lichtenstein! Lichtenstein! He's blond, he's tanned, he comes from Gelderland, he comes from Gelderland! Gelderland, Gelderland, Gelderland... Gelderland, Gelderland, Gelderland...

Jocelyn: Sir Ulrick. What are you wearing to the ball tonight?

William: Er... nothing...

Jocelyn: Well, we shall cause a sensation, for I'll dress to match.

William: [annoyed] Don't you ever get tired of putting on clothes?

Chaucer: [whispers] I believe she was talking about taking them off, sir.

Jocelyn: A flower is only as good as its petals. Don't you think?

William: A flower is good for nothing. You can't eat a flower, a flower can't keep you warm...

Jocelyn: And a rose never knocked a man off a horse either, did it?

William: You're just a silly girl aren't you.

Jocelyn: Better a silly girl with a flower, than a silly boy with a horse and a stick...

[she walks away]

Wat: It's called a lance. Heellooo?

[Watching William practice jousting]

Wat: I think he's getting worse.

Roland: He is getting worse.

Wat: Say something about her breasts.

Roland: Yeah, you miss her breasts.

William: Her breasts.

Chaucer: Ye... yes, you... you could, umm... umm... but I... I would tend to look above her breasts, William.

William: Well I... I miss her throat.

Chaucer: Uh, still higher really, toward the heavens.

Kate: The moon at least, her breasts were not that impressive.

Wat: What do you mean, dead?

Roland: The spark of his life is smothered in shite. His spirit is gone but his stench remains. Does that answer your question?

Wat: We're the sons of peasants. Glory, and riches, and stars are beyond our grasps. But a full stomach, that dream can come true.

William: I've waited my whole life for this moment.

Wat: You've waited your whole life for Sir Ector to shite himself to death?

Wat: We're English, Geoff! We know who he is!

Wat: All right, I'm about this fonging close mate! I swear to God, Quaisimodo! I oughta...

William: For that I say my rosary to her and no-one else.

Wat: Will, that's blasphemy.