Robin of Sherwood1984

Sir Guy of Gisburne:
My lord?

Robert de Rainault:
Ah, Gisburne. A little hard of hearing, are we? What are you doing in your armour?

Sir Guy of Gisburne:
The tournament.

Robert de Rainault:
What tournament?

Sir Guy of Gisburne:
At Derby. I'm in the Earl's team!

Robert de Rainault:
You think I employ you to go careering around the countryside getting your head knocked off, whilst I stay here at Nottingham slaving away from cockcrow to sunset? Look at this, look at it! Fines, leases, receipts!

Sir Guy of Gisburne:
You said I could go!

Robert de Rainault:
I said I'd consider it. Well, I have, and you can't. Not now. Read this. [holds out document]

Sir Guy of Gisburne:
My lord Sheriff...

Robert de Rainault:
Read it! Perhaps you'd like to join our noble king in this ridiculous war and cover yourself with glory, fighting against Llewellyn.

Sir Guy of Gisburne:
[reading] It says two hundred men.

Robert de Rainault:
And all the grain I can send him.

Sir Guy of Gisburne:
With due expe... expeded... exped...

Robert de Rainault:
Expedition! It means at once, Gisburne. At once!

Sir Guy of Gisburne:
I know what it means!

Robert de Rainault:
Irritating little man, what does he want Wales FOR? I have a Hundred Court in two days' time, I'm supposed to attend six hangings on Thursday, and my mother's coming for the weekend. [sighs] Wales? It'll be Scotland next. Drunk with power! He'll ruin all of us, just like his wretched brother did.

Sir Guy of Gisburne:
[pause] Your mother?

Robert de Rainault:
Don't be so inane, Gisburne. Just climb out of that iron harness and get your men together. If that's at all possible.