Adventures of Baron Munchausen

Sultan:
Have you any famous last words?

Baron Munchausen:
Not yet.

Sultan:
"Not yet"? Is that famous?

Horatio Jackson:
Escaping! We can't start escaping now! What would future generations think of us?

Horatio Jackson:
He won't get far on hot air and fantasy.

King of the Moon:
I'm back! I got lips again and I'm gonna use 'em, baby!

Baron Munchausen:
Your reality, sir, is lies and balderdash and I'm delighted to say that I have no grasp of it whatsoever.

Baron Munchausen:
Why, why, why? Because it's all logic and reason now! Science, progress, chip-chip... Laws of hydraulics, laws of social dynamics, laws of this, that and the other... No place for three legged Cyclops in the South Seas... no place for cucumber trees and oceans of vine... no place for me!

King of the Moon:
I think, therefore you is.

Berthold:
Is there a doctor in the fish?

Sultan:
What about the virgins?

Horatio Jackson:
Sultan, forget about the virgins! We're out of virgins!

Baron Munchausen:
Berthold!

Desmond:
The name's Desmond, mate! We're actors, not figments of your imagination! Now get a grip!

Baron Munchausen:
They're inviting us to defeat them! We must oblige them!

Baron Munchausen:
I'm Baron Munchausen!

Berthold:
That sounds nasty. Is it contagious?

Baron Munchausen:
Come on, Berthold.

Berthold:
Get your hands off me!

Baron Munchausen:
You're coming with us.

Berthold:
No chance!

Baron Munchausen:
Why not?

Berthold:
I can't remember.

Baron Munchausen:
You're not frightened, are you?

Berthold:
That's it!

Baron Munchausen:
Abandon ship!

Berthold:
I think the ship's abandoning us.

Baron Munchausen:
Am I dead?

Sally:
No.

Baron Munchausen:
Blast!

King of the Moon:
I'm sorry. You must address me by my full title: King of Everything. Rei di Tutto - but you may call me Ray.

Baron Munchausen:
Trust me, Madam, your underwear is in good hands.

Vulcan:
They've gone to the ballroom. Come see... the ballroom.

Vulcan:
NICE, ISN'T IT?

Baron Munchausen:
What's this?

Vulcan:
Oh, this is our prototype. RX Intercontinental, radar-seeking, multi-warheaded nuclear missile.

Baron Munchausen:
What does it do?

Vulcan:
Do? Kills the enemy.

Baron Munchausen:
All the enemy?

Vulcan:
Aye, all the enemy. All their wives, and all their children, and all their sheep, and all their cattle, and all their cats and dogs. All of them: all of them gone for good.

Sally:
That's horrible.

Vulcan:
Ahh. Well, you see, the advantage is you don't have to see one single one of them die. You just sit comfortably thousands of miles away from the battlefield and simply press the button.

Berthold:
Well where's the fun in that?