King Henry II: Will no-one rid me of this meddlesome priest?
King Louis VII of France: The King of England and his Ambassadors can drown themselves in what they are impertinent enough to call their English channel.
Thomas a Becket: Tonight you can do me the honor of christening my forks.
King Henry II: Forks?
Thomas a Becket: Yes, from Florence. New little invention. It's for pronging meat and carrying it to the mouth. It saves you dirtying your fingers.
King Henry II: But then you dirty the fork.
Thomas a Becket: Yes, but it's washable.
King Henry II: So are your fingers. I don't see the point.
King Henry II: So what in most people is morality, in you it's just an exercise in... what's the word?
Thomas a Becket: Aesthetics.
King Henry II: Yes, that's the word. Always "aesthetics."
Brother Philip: Your grace, there are armed men at the doors. I bolted the doors, but.
Thomas a Becket: It's time for vespers. Does one bolt the doors during vespers? I've never heard of it.
Brother Philip: But, your grace.
Thomas a Becket: Open them. Everything must be as it should be for divine service.