Lady Kluck: Ah, me. Young love. Oh, it's a grand thing.
Marian: Oh, Klucky, surely he must know how much I still love him.
Lady Kluck: But, of course, my dear. Believe me, someday soon, your uncle, King Richard, will have an outlaw for an in-law.
Marian: Oh, Klucky. But when? When?
Lady Kluck: Oh, patience, my dear. Patience. Remember, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Or forgetful. [sighing] Oh, I've been away so long. What if he's forgotten all about me?
(Meanwhile in the Sherwood Forest)
Little John: Hey, lover boy. How's that grub comin'?
Bear: Yeah. We're starving.
[Robin continues humming]
Little John: Robert? Hey!
Robin: Hmm? What? What do you say?
Little John: Aw, forget it. Your mind's not on food. You're thinkin' about somebody with long eyelashes.
Celeste: You know what? That lady is just like me.
Dany (in Kuzco's voice): Is something burning?
Victor: Hey, Robin. Our food is spoiling.
Robin: Hey, whoa! It's boiling over!
Little John: You're burnin' the chow!
(Little John flaps the cloth to make the smoke go away)
Robin: Sorry, Johnny. Guess I was thinking about Maid Marian again. I can't help it. I love her, Johnny.
Raccoon: Look, why don't you stop moonin' and mopin' around and just marry the girl, Robin?
Robin: Marry her? You don't just walk up to a girl, hand her a bouquet and say, "Hey, remember me? We were kids together. Will you marry me?" [chuckling] No. It just isn't done that way.
Little John: Aw, come on, Robbie. Climb the castle walls. Sweep her off her feet. Carry her off in style.
Robin: [sighing] It's no use, Johnny. I've thought it all out, and... ...it just wouldn't work. Besides, what have I got to offer her?
Beaver: Well, for one thing, you can't cook.
Robin: I'm serious, Beaver. She's a highborn lady of quality.
Little John: So she's got class? So what?
Robin: I'm an outlaw, that's what. That's no life for a lovely lady. Always on the run. What kind of a future is that?
Friar Tuck: Oh, for heaven's sake, son. You're no outlaw.
Badger: Uncle Tuck? Is that you?
Friar Tuck: My favorite niece.
Badger: It's good to see you.
Friar Tuck: And it is great to see you.
Badger: Is it true? He is not an outlaw?
Friar Tuck: It's true. Why, someday he'll be called a great hero.
Robin: [chuckling] A hero? Do you hear that, friends? We've just been pardoned.
Little John: [snickers] That's a gas. We ain't even been arrested yet.
Friar Tuck: All right. Laugh, you twenty-six rogues. But there's gonna be a big to-do in Nottingham. [slurping, coughing] Well-done, ain't it? Old Prince John's havin' a championship archery tournament tomorrow.
Franklin: Archery tournament? Old Rob could win that standin' on his head, huh, Rob?
Robin: Thank you, Franklin, but I'm sure we're not invited.
Friar Tuck: No, but there's somebody who'll be very disappointed if you don't come.
Little John: [chuckling] Yeah, old bushel britches, the honorable sheriff of Nottingham.
Dany: And Holler and his gang too.
Friar Tuck: No, Maid Marian.
Robin: Maid Marian?
Friar Tuck: Yeah. She... She's gonna give a kiss to the winner.
Robin: A kiss to the winner! Oo-de-lally! Come on, friends! What are we waiting for?
Dany: Wait a minute Rob. Hold it. What if it's a trap.
Franklin's dad: Dany's right. That place will be crawlin' with soldiers.
Robin: Aha! But, remember. Faint hearts never won fair lady. Fear not, my friends. This will be my greatest performance.