Gen. Yevgraf Zhivago: I told myself it was beneath my dignity to arrest a man for pilfering firewood. But nothing ordered by the party is beneath the dignity of any man, and the party was right: One man desperate for a bit of fuel is pathetic. Five million people desperate for fuel will destroy a city. That was the first time I ever saw my brother. But I knew him. And I knew that I would disobey the party. Perhaps it was the tie of blood between us, but I doubt it. We were only half tied anyway, and brothers will betray a brother. Indeed, as a policeman, I would say, get hold of a man's brother and you're halfway home. Nor was it admiration for a better man than me. I did admire him, but I didn't think he was a better man. Besides, I've executed better men than me with a small pistol. I told them who I was: The old man was hostile, the girl cautious, my brother... seemed very pleased. I think the girl was only one who guessed at their position.
Oh-h I was just getting ready to post that but you beat me to it. So I will post this...
From Becket: King Henry is wet from a rain storm. He goes to a hovel and ....
Henry: GIVE ME WARMTH! GIVE ME FIRE!
Becket: You will find no fire here sire. Each hovel is allowed two measures of fire wood a year. One stick more and they are hanged.
Henry: My edict?
Becket:Your edict sire.