From Becket:

He'll checkmate the lot of you! - King Henry on Becket, in ‘Becket’

Thomas a Becket: Honor is a private matter within; it's an idea, and every man has his own version of it.

King Henry II: How gracefully you tell your king to mind his own business.

King Henry II: Let us drink, gentlemen. Let us drink, till we roll under the table in vomit and oblivion.

King Henry II: He's read books, you know, it's amazing. He's drunk and wenched his way through London but he's thinking all the time.

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.