Die Geschichte vom kleinen Muck

Mukrah:
You see, there's nothing more valuable in this whole house than that golden spoon. Ah, Besides all my books naturally.

Kleiner Muck:
I never use it.

Mustafa:
Let us go now wicked man, we want to get out!

Altgewordener Muck:
I won't let you out!

first child:
We really won't do it again. Please let us go home!

Altgewordener Muck:
I won't let you out. Not until you've all heard the story of the wicked man.

Mustafa:
We don't want a story, we want out!

first child:
A real story?

second child:
What kind of story would he tell?

third child:
He won't let us out, Mustafa.

Mustafa:
Ah, tell your stupid story, but make it quick!

Altgewordener Muck:
I'm going to tell it to you until the clock over there runs out. Set the clock now Mustafa. I'll stop to tell you the story at the sound of the last ball falling down. So... once upon a time... no no I can't start that way. I have to start by saying... I was, once upon a time, a boy just like you, Mustafa.

Mukrah:
I have so much to think about. For instance, I am thinking: which of the two is the sattelite? Is the earth, the sattelite of the moon or it the moon the sattelite of the earth?

Sultan:
You have the audacity to tell me that the sun comes up earlier in the neighboring country of sultan Wasil Husain than in mine?

Magier:
...since it lies to the east, yes.

Sultan:
Get out of my sight! And don't come back until the sun decides differently. [to the ramudschins:] I counted the slaves in the bath today. There were only 31! I'm not going to have to dry myself, am I?

Laeufer Murad:
That's how it is, little one, under Allah's sun. The good fortune of one ist the misfortune of another.

Kleiner Muck:
The good fortune of one is the misfortune of another?

Sultan:
Choose what your heart desires, make me a pauper, but free me from these donkey ears!

Magier:
At no time before did the stars favor war! The victory is ours! And which bounty: wherever I'd looked the foe is retreating, the rich Wasil Husain lies in the dust before our exhalted Sultan and cries for mercy! Endless caravans are loaded with treasures we've got from our enemies!

Amarza:
Your sleeve is burning, wise magician!

Magier:
Oh! [he smotheres the flame] That doesn't mean anything.

Kleiner Muck:
There is a certain type of prince, he cannot be healed of this disease.

Bajazid:
But I'm not that type, right? I must be a different one... What, ah, what kind of prince is it?

Kleiner Muck:
Such a prince is not worthy to marry a beautiful princess - like Amarza. Those princes are false, vain, and dumb!

Mustafa:
[final words of the film] Didn't you hear what he was shouting at you?

Altgewordener Muck:
Leave him alone. I'm sure he doesn't know the story of... the Little Muck.

Bajazid:
You dare to race against the fastest man in all the land, against Murad?

Kleiner Muck:
Yes!

Bajazid:
Are you aware, you impertinate little fellow, that if you lose, you will be thrown into the lowest part of the dungeon?

Kleiner Muck:
And if I win?