Barbarella: What's that screaming? A good many dramatic situations begin with screaming...
Pygar: An angel does not make love, an angel *is* love.
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 could see what a delight I am, my face, my body, all my parts 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.
The Great Tyrant: Hello, pretty pretty.
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.
Dildano: [radioing instructions to the rebel army] And our password will be... Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch.
Barbarella: You mean the secret password is Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch?
The Great Tyrant: So, my pretty-pretty; we meet again.
Barbarella: You! The little one-eyed wench!
The Great Tyrant: You have a good memory, Pretty-Pretty. Yes, sometimes I like to go out among my people, be like them, ordinary, 'evil' as you call it. So, I'm your little one-eyed wench. I'm also the Great Tyrant.
Barbarella: That's nice.
The Great Tyrant: It amuses me immensely! Now I believe you are interested in the wereabouts and welfare of a certain party, yes?
Barbarella: As a matter of fact I am. I'm here under the orders of the president of Earth, I'm looking for Durand-Durand.
The Great Tyrant: I'M NOT TALKING OF HIM, I'M SPEAKING OF THE ANGEL!
The Great Tyrant: Yes, Pygar. He has escaped the labyrinth. Crime! He has destroyed twelve of my black guards. Crime! And he dares to deprive me of a pleasure unique in Sogo, an Earthling. Crime! Crime! You want your fine-feathered friend? Look, there he is.
Barbarella: [as Pygar flies away from the ruins of SoGo, with Barbarella under one arm and the Great Tyrant under the other] Pygar! Why did you save her, after all the terrible things she did to you?
Pygar: [serenely] An angel has no memory.
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.
Pygar: You're soft and warm. We're told earth beings are cold.
Barbarella: [smiles] Well... not all of us.
Barbarella: Make love? But no one's done that for hundreds of centuries!
Barbarella: [holding a ray pistol to the Great Tyrant's head] De-crucify the angel!
The Great Tyrant: What?
Barbarella: De-crucify him or I'll melt your face!
Barbarella: [as she is attacked by a flock of small birds] This is a much too poetic way to die.
Barbarella: Pygar! What does that say?
Pygar: "Chamber of Ultimate Solution."
Barbarella: I don't like the sound of that.
Dildano: Are you typical of Earth women?
Barbarella: I'm about average.
Barbarella: I suppose you realize you saved my life.
Dildano: A life without cause is a life without effect.
The Great Tyrant: The Mathmos has created this bubble to protect itself from your innocence.
The Great Tyrant: You are so good you made the Mathmos vomit!
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!
Alpha 7 computer: Prepare to insert nourishment.
videophone: Stand by for a message from Dianthus, President of Earth and Rotating Premier of the Sun System.
President: We don't know anything about Tau Ceti or its inhabitants.
Barbarella: So they could still be living in a primitive state of neurotic irresponsibility?
Barbarella: [having been equipped with weapons taken from the 'Museum of Conflict'] Armed - like a naked savage!
Mark Hand: In some things the old-fashioned ways are best, after all.