Barbarella:
A good many dramatic situations begin with screaming.
Barbarella:
What's that screaming? A good many dramatic situations begin with screaming...
Pygar:
An angel does not make love, an angel *is* love.
President:
Your mission Barbarella: find Durand-Durand.
The Great Tyrant:
Hello, pretty pretty.
Barbarella:
Hello...
The Great Tyrant:
Do you want to come and play with me? For someone like you I charge nothing. You're very pretty, Pretty-Pretty.
Barbarella:
My name isn't pretty-pretty, it's Barbarella.
The Great Tyrant:
Tell me, my fancy-fuzzy freak: What do you think of, when you make love to Barbarella?
Pygar:
*Make* love? I do not understand.
The Great Tyrant:
Don't be coy with me, you are in no position. If only you had one eye in your head you could see what a delight I am, my face, my body, all my parts are a delight. An exquisite delight.
Pygar:
What is it you want?
The Great Tyrant:
I shall share my delights with you. You shall make love to me.
Dildano:
The password will be: Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch
The Great Tyrant:
So, my pretty-pretty; we meet again.
Barbarella:
You! The little one-eyed wench!
The Great Tyrant:
You have a good memory, Pretty-Pretty. Yes, sometimes I like to go out among my people, be like them, ordinary, 'evil' as you call it. So, I'm your little one-eyed wench. I'm also the Great Tyrant.
Barbarella:
That's nice.
The Great Tyrant:
It amuses me immensely! Now I believe you are interested in the wereabouts and welfare of a certain party, yes?
Barbarella:
As a matter of fact I am. I'm here under the orders of the president of Earth, I'm looking for Durand-Durand.
The Great Tyrant:
I'M NOT TALKING OF HIM, I'M SPEAKING OF THE ANGEL!
Barbarella:
Pygar?
The Great Tyrant:
Yes, Pygar. He has escaped the labyrinth. Crime! He has destroyed twelve of my black guards. Crime! And he dares to deprive me of a pleasure unique in Sogo, an Earthling. Crime! Crime! You want your fine-feathered friend? Look, there he is.
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Pygar:
An angel has no memory.
The Great Tyrant:
Vade retro, earth girl! I know you don't really exist.
Barbarella:
That may be true your majesty, but let's just stick to what we see.
Pygar:
You're soft and warm. We're told earth beings are cold.
Barbarella:
Make love? But no one's done that for hundreds of centuries!
Barbarella:
De-crucify the angel!
The Great Tyrant:
What?
Barbarella:
De-crucify him or I'll melt your face!
The Great Tyrant:
To the Mathmos with this winged fruitcake!
Barbarella:
This is a much too poetic way to die.
Barbarella:
Pygar! What does that say?
Pygar:
"Chamber of Ultimate Solution."
Barbarella:
I don't like the sound of that.
Dildano:
Are you typical of Earth women?
Barbarella:
I'm about average.
Barbarella:
I suppose you realize you saved my life.
Dildano:
A life without cause is a life without effect.
The Great Tyrant:
The Mathmos has created this bubble to protect itself from your innocence.
The Great Tyrant:
You are so good you made the Mathmos vomit!
Barbarella:
Listen you kids, untie me or I'll call your parents!
Durand-Durand:
I'll do things to you that are beyond all known philosophies!
Alpha 7 computer:
Prepare to insert nourishment.
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