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]
Title card: The night was young at Cafe Maure. Not a knife had been thrown - so far.
Ghabah: My young lion. Your people would gladly pay ten thousand francs to look at your handsome face again.
Dancing Girl: I am tired... yet I must dance!