The Son of the Sheik (1926)
Title card: The night was young at Cafe Maure. Not a knife had been thrown - so far.
Ahmed, the Sheik's Son: [the Sheik picks up a thick bar of iron and bends it into a u] I will bend you to my will, as I bend this bar of iron.
[the son straightens the bar back out]
Ghabah: My young lion. Your people would gladly pay ten thousand francs to look at your handsome face again.
Yasmin: I am tired - - yet I must dance. He is my father - and we are very poor.
Ramadan: Allah curse all dancing-girls. Their hips full of abandon, make young men full of nonsense!
Ahmed, the Sheik's Son: What have you done with Yasmin?
Ghabah: You fool - to believe she loved you! She was our bait to lure you on, as she has lured many another.
Ramadan: Like all youths, he loved a dancing girl. Like all dancing girls, she tricked him.
Ghabah: [the little man is comically hanging by his shirt from a tree limb] What are you doing there, Son of An Owl?
Mountebank: Nay, my mother was no owl... only a little cuckoo!
Yasmin: I hate you! I will hate you with my dying breath!
Ahmed, the Sheik's Son: [Ponders her words for a moment] That is the first truthful thing you've said.
The Sheik's father: You dare to bring a woman to the camp when I have selected a bride for you?
Ahmed, the Sheik's Son: I am sorry, but when the time comes, I'll select my own bride. Like father, like son. My future is my own.
Ghabah: Yasmin, no other man shall have you. Why waste your life in futile love - that I destroy so easily?
Ghabah: [as Ramadan, nearby, secretly overhears him] It was I who poisoned the mind of young Ahmed against you - saying you betrayed him to us.
Mountebank: [At Le Café Maure] Quick! Send Yasmin to dance! A rich stranger! I smell money!
Ahmed, the Sheik's Son: Yasmin, Yasmin, my beloved. Can you ever forgive...?
Yasmin: I tried to hate you, beloved, but - my heart has always been yours!
Mountebank: [When asked about his wife's name] I don't know her name. When I want her, I whistle.
Title card: [First lines] Not East of Suez - but South of Algiers.
Title card: A camp of outcasts in the desert night. / Andre, renegade Frenchman, leader of a vagrant troupe - entertainers by profession, thieves by preference. / Ghabah, The Moor, whose crimes outnumber the sands.
Yasmin: If my lord ever returns, he might find me in the old ruins. I love to wander there in the moonlight - - alone.
Yasmin: But who are you, my Lord? I do not even know your name!
Ahmed, the Sheik's Son: I am he who loves you - - is that not name enough?
Clara: I hope the desert is as romantic as it has been pictured. I am mad to see it.
Title card: The Sheik - English born, Sahara bred - undisputed ruler in this sea of sand.
Ramadan: Women - bah! Heed them not - for today's peach is tomorrow's prune!
Ramadan: All the beauties of the Arabian Nights - - passing unveiled - - couldn't get a look from me!