Jailer: You understand my position, sir, there's nothing I can do; I'm a plain, simple man and just want to… — Robert Bolt

More: I am faint when I think of the worst that they may do to me. But worse than that would be to go without you not understanding why I go.

Alice: I don't!

More: Alice, if you can tell me that you understand, I think I can make a good death, if I have to.

Alice: Your death's no "good" to me!

More: Alice, you must tell me that you understand!

Alice: I don't! I don't believe this had to happen.

More: If you say that, Alice, I don't know how I'm to face it.

Alice: It's the truth!

More: You're an honest woman.

Alice: Much good it may do me! I'll tell you what I'm afraid of: that when you're gone, I shall hate you for it.

Norfolk: I'm not a scholar, as Master Cromwell never tires of pointing out, and frankly I don't know whether the marriage was lawful or not. But damn it, Thomas, look at those names... You know those men! Can't you do what I did, and come with us for friendship?

More: And when we stand before God, and you are sent to Paradise for doing according to your conscience, and I am damned for not doing according to mine, will you come with me, for friendship?

Cranmer: So those of us whose names are there are damned, Sir Thomas?

More: I don't know, Your Grace. I have no window to look into another man's conscience. I condemn no one.

Cranmer: Then the matter is capable of question?

More: Certainly.

Cranmer: But that you owe obedience to your King is not capable of question. So weigh a doubt against a certainty — and sign.

More: Some men think the Earth is round, others think it flat; it is a matter capable of question. But if it is flat, will the King's command make it round? And if it is round, will the King's command flatten it? No, I will not sign.

Margaret: Haven't you done as much as God can reasonably want?

More: Well... finally... it isn't a matter of reason; finally it's a matter of love.

Alice: You're content, then, to be shut up here with mice and rats when you might be home with us!

More: Content? If they'd open a crack that wide I'd be through it. Well, has Eve run out of apples?

Margaret: I've not yet told you what the house is like, without you.

More: Don't, Meg.

Margaret: What we do in the evenings, now that you're not there.

More: Meg, have done!

Margaret: We sit in the dark because we've no candles. And we've no talk because we're wondering what they're doing to you here.

More: The King's more merciful than you. He doesn't use the rack.