Gurgi:
Oh, poor miserable Gurgi deserves fierce smackings and whackings on his poor, tender head. Always left with no munchings and crunching.

Eilonwy:
I'm Princess Eilonwy. Are you a lord, or a warrior?

Taran:
Uh, no. Uh... I-I-I'm an assistant pig keeper.

Eilonwy:
Oh, what a pity. I was so hoping for someone who could help me escape. Oh, well, if you want to come with me, you may.

Eilonwy:
Oh, Taran, I'm afraid it'll soon be over for us.

Taran:
I hadn't planned it to end like this, Eilonwy.

Fflewddur Fflam:
Oh, I wish I'd stayed a toad.

Gurgi:
If great lord go into evil castle, poor Gurgi will never see his friend again. Nope. Never.

Fflewddur Fflam:
I'm Fflewddur Fflam, minstrel of minstrels! Balladeer to the grandest courts in all the land!

Fflewddur Fflam:
And I, uh, eh… Eh, well, have you forgotten? I have sung in some of the finest courts...

Fflewddur Fflam:
Well, I'm only waiting for an invitation.

Fflewddur Fflam:
Oh, shush. Why do you have to judge every word I say?

Dallben:
Hen Wen, from you, I do beseech / Knowledge that lies beyond my reach / Troubled thoughts beyond your heart / Pray you now, those thoughts impart.

The Horned King:
Soon the Black Cauldron will be mine. Its evil power will course through my veins, and I shall make you Cauldron Born. Yes. Yes. Oh, yes. Then you will worship me! Me. Oh, my soldiers. How long I have thirsted to be a god among mortal men.

Taran:
Have you seen my pig?

Gurgi:
Piggy? Big round piggy? Long snout

Taran:
Yes, yes.

Gurgi:
Curly tail?

Taran:
That's her! That's Hen-Wen!

Gurgi:
Uh-uh, Gurgi not seen piggy. Nope.

Orddu:
It's decided, then. You shall have the Black Cauldron.

Eilonwy:
You mean, you'll give it to us?

Orddu:
That's not what I said. You weren't listening. We never give anything away. What we do is bargain, trade.

Taran:
Well, you'll not have my sword!

Eilonwy:
Were you frightened, Fflewdurr?

Fflewddur Fflam:
A Ffam frightened? That word is not in my vocabulary.

Fflewddur Fflam:
But in this case, well chosen, my dear.

Creeper:
Oh, I'm sorry. I've ignored you. You did come for the Black Cauldron, didn't you? Good. Then climb in! It will only cost you your life.

Taran:
What does a girl know about swords, anyway?

Eilonwy:
"Girl"? "Girl"? If it wasn't for this *girl*, you would still be in the Horned King's dungeon.

Gurgi:
No, master. Not go into evil cauldron.

Taran:
If I don't, we're all lost. Out of my way.

Gurgi:
Gurgi not let his friend die. Taran has many friends. Gurgi has no friends.

Taran:
No, Gurgi! Don't jump! No!

Taran:
No!

Orddu:
We have business with your little hero.

Taran:
Hero? Gurgi was the hero.

Orddu:
The only thing that mattered to you was the Cauldron, but now it is of no use to you. So we shall take it and be on our way.

Fflewddur Fflam:
Stay your hand, ladies. We never give anything away. We bargain, we trade. Remember?

Orddu:
Did these old ears hear the word "bargain"?

Fflewddur Fflam:
Yes, Madam, your old ears heard right.

Orwen:
Oh, I just adore forceful men.

Fflewddur Fflam:
Oh, pull yourself together, Madam.