Red Sonja

Red Sonja:
No man may have me, unless he's beaten me in a fair fight.

Kalidor:
So, the only man that can have you, is one who's trying to kill you. That's logic.

Kalidor:
If you yield only to a conqueror, then prepared to be conquered.

Red Sonja:
Don't be a fool, I don't want to kill you.

Kalidor:
Try it.

Red Sonja:
Falkon, may I give you a word of advice? Put him over your knee and beat some manners into him.

Brytag:
This is my land. All that pass through pay me tribute.

Red Sonja:
How much, Brytag?

Brytag:
Who mentioned money? Tribute, I said. The tender kind all women pay to Brytag.

Red Sonja:
(drawing her sword) Suppose I don't. Suppose, instead, I open up that great, fat belly of yours?

Brytag:
I'm going to feed your eyes to the birds, red-hair!

Red Sonja:
I don't need eyes to find you, I can smell you at a hundred paces!

Red Sonja:
But why didn't you tell me who you were?

Kalidor:
You didn't seem to want a man's help. But you needed it, so that's why I followed you. I had to be sure you reached the talisman.

Red Sonja:
I see, I misunderstood. I thought you had another reason.

Kalidor:
I did. (He kisses her.)

Red Sonja:
What happened?

Falkon:
What happened? Queen Gedren attacked us is what happened.

Red Sonja:
Gedren? Queen Gedren?

Falkon:
That's right. She knocked down half the city with her new weapon and demanded our surrender.

Prince Tarn:
My army ran away. Do they want to live forever? I refused to surrender.

Falkon:
So she knocked down the other half.

Prince Tarn:
Why does she fight so hard? She doesn't want to win.

Kalidor:
I know you're a brave girl, but danger is my TRADE.

Red Sonja:
If danger is a trade, I'll learn it by myself.

Brytag:
I will tell the future in your entrails, Red Woman!

Red Sonja:
I know my future. You have none.

Swordmaster:
Hatred of men in a lovely young woman... Such could be your downfall.

Red Sonja:
I don't hate ALL men, Grandmaster.

Swordmaster:
Those words would have brought music to my heart, thirty years ago.

Ikol:
My Queen, this pet of yours is difficult for the rest of us to control; there can be no guarantees that something won't... well, go wrong.

Queen Gedren:
If anything does, YOU will be its next victim.

Prince Tarn:
[upon finding the Great Pearl] This could buy me an army, or even rebuild Habloc! Dig it out, Falkon!

Falkon:
Your Highness, this pearl may belong to somebody.

Prince Tarn:
It does! And he wants it now!

Brytag:
Woman, I have fought 177 men. Only one survives, and he has no legs. You Dare to mock Brytag?

Sonja:
That takes no daring... but when I've killed you.

Brytag:
When you've killed me! [laughs scornfully]

Ikol:
Majesty, the Talisman is almost beyond control. We must bury it in the dark before it is too late.

Queen Gedren:
It'll be buried when I have no further use for it, and that time shall come with the end of time itself.

Ikol:
It will kill us all! Majesty, what do you want? Our vaults are brimming with gold. Great kingdoms live in terror of us! What more is there?

Queen Gedren:
The world, Ikol! Today we took the kingdom of Toktyl. But I have wider claims, and the Talisman will enforce them!

Ikol:
Madness. There will be no world.

Sonja:
I don't need eyes to see you. I can smell you at a hundred paces.

Falkon:
[having a hard time climbing the castle wall] Tomorrow I start my diet.

Ikol:
I'm afraid Your Highness' growth is going to be stunted... permanently!

Ikol:
There will be no world!

Gedren's Handmaid:
She's gone. Oh, I'm so glad that you've come. Please, will you protect me? I'm so frightened.