Barbarella:
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:
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.

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 much too a 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!