The Great Tyrant: The Mathmos has created this bubble to protect itself from your innocence. You are so good you made the Mathmos vomit!
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Barbarella: What's that screaming? A good many dramatic situations begin with screaming...
Pygar: An angel does not make love, an angel *is* love.
Pygar! Why did you save her, after all the terrible things she did to you? Pygar: An angel has no memory.
Barbarella: This is a really amuch too poetic way to die.
Barbarella: I better adjust my tongue box.
Barbarella: Listen you kids, untie me or I'll call your parents!
Durand-Durand: I'll do things to you that are beyond all known philosophies! Wait until I get my devices!
Mark Hand: In some things the old-fashioned ways are best, after all.
Alpha 7 computer: Prepare to insert nourishment.
Barbarella: My energy box is completely dead!
Dildano: The time is right. The Queen is in her Chamber of Dreams.
Barbarella: Oh, I'm just not the tube type.
Barbarella: Make love? But no one's done that for hundreds of centuries!
videophone: Stand by for a message from Dianthus, President of Earth and Rotating Premier of the Sun System.
Barbarella: What's that screaming? A good many dramatic situations begin with screaming...
Dildano: And our password will be... Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch. Barbarella: You mean the secret password is Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch? Dildano: Exactly.
Pygar: An angel does not make love, an angel *is* love.
Barbarella: Just a minute, I'll slip something on. President: Don't trouble yourself. This is an affair of state.
Barbarella: Pygar! Why did you save her, after all the terrible things she did to you? Pygar: An angel has no memory.
Barbarella: De-crucify the angel! The Great Tyrant: What? Barbarella: De-crucify him or I'll melt your face!
Barbarella: This is a really amuch too poetic way to die.
Pygar: You're soft and warm. We're told earth beings are cold. Barbarella: Well... not all of us.
Barbarella: I suppose you realize you've saved my life. Dildano: A life without cause is a life without effect. Barbarella: Well, I'm sure I could get you a substantial recompense from my government. Dildano: Earth woman, shall I tell you what I would like? Barbarella: I think I know. Dildano: No! No, not like that! Like on Earth, on-on Earth, the pill! I-I have the pill. Barbarella: But, eh, couldn't we do it your way? Eh, I don't want to change your traditions. Dildano: I'm not a savage! The pill! Barbarella: Alright. Dildano: Five years, I've waited for this experience. Barbarella: Oh, wait!
Barbarella: I better adjust my tongue box.
Barbarella: Oh! Ohhhh! What is this thing? Durand-Durand: You'll soon see, my dear. "Sonata for Executioner, and Various Young Women". Barbarella: Oh! It's... it's sort of nice, isn't it? Durand-Durand: Yes... It is nice. In the beginning. Durand-Durand: Wait until the tune changes. You may change your tune as well. Barbarella: Oh Goodness! What do you mean? Durand-Durand: When we reach the crescendo, you will die... of pleasure. Your end will be swift but sweet. Very sweet. Durand-Durand: What's this? I don't believe it! It couldn't be! You wretched, wretched girl! What have you done to my Excessive Machine? You've undone it! You've undone me! You... look! The energy cables are shrinking! You've turned them into faggots! You... You've burned out the Excessive Machine! You've blown all its fuses! Barbarella: My goodness... Durand-Durand: You've exhausted its power! It couldn't keep up with you! This is incredible! What kind of girl are you? Have you no shame? Barbarella: Ohhhhhhhh... Durand-Durand: Shame... shame on you! You'll pay for this! I've got something in store for you! You'll wish you had died of pleasure before this day is done! Now you shall learn the wisdom of the lash! Barbarella: Oh please, haven't you done enough to me? Durand-Durand: I'll do things to you that are beyond all known philosophies! Wait until I get my devices!
Barbarella: Listen you kids, untie me or I'll call your parents!
Durand-Durand: I'll do things to you that are beyond all known philosophies! Wait until I get my devices!
Mark Hand: In some things the old-fashioned ways are best, after all.
Barbarella: Professor Ping? Professor Ping: Yes? Barbarella: My name is Barbarella. Professor Ping: Tell me, what is your origin? You have the aspects of an Earthling! Professor Ping: You are of, female gender. Are you not? Barbarella: That is correct. Professor Ping: Ahhh...
Alpha 7 computer: Prepare to insert nourishment.
Barbarella: Armed? Like a naked savage!
Barbarella: My energy box is completely dead!
Dildano: The time is right. The Queen is in her Chamber of Dreams.
Barbarella: Oh, I'm just not the tube type.
Barbarella: Make love? But no one's done that for hundreds of centuries!
videophone: Stand by for a message from Dianthus, President of Earth and Rotating Premier of the Sun System.
The Great Tyrant: The Mathmos has created this bubble to protect itself from your innocence. You are so good you made the Mathmos vomit!
Videophone Voice: Stand by for a message from Dianthus, President of Earth and Rotating Premier of the Sun System.
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.
Barbarella: Pygar! What does that say? Pygar: "Chamber of Ultimate Solution." Barbarella: I don't like the sound of that.
The Great Tyrant: Tell me, my fancy, fuzzy, freak: What do you think of, when you make love to Barbarella? Pygar: Make love? 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 would see what a delight I am, my face, my body, all my things 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. Pygar: An angel doesn't make love. An angel is love. The Great Tyrant: Then you're a dead duck. - Guards! To the Mathmos with this winged fruitcake.
Durand-Durand: Come on, come on! Stop stalling! Barbarella: I'm trying to find the keyhole.
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.
Barbarella: How awful! Pygar: It no longer matters; it's all in the past.
President: Well, it may give them the power to shatter the loving union of the universe. Barbarella: That could lead to - archaic insecurity and... President: And war. Barbarella: You mean, selfish competition and... President: I mean, war. Bloody conflict between entire tribes. Barbarella: I don't believe it. President: Neither do I. But, we can't take the chance. Barbarella: Something must be done. President: Yes. And you are the girl who has to do it.
