The Flight of Dragons (1982)
Carolinus: There was time between the waning age of enchantment and the dawning age of logic when dragons flew the skies, free and unencumbered. Look down there Gorbash, my friend. On the top of the earth below us, confusion and chaos reign. All mankind is facing an epic choice: a world of magic or a world of science. Which will it be?
Sir Orin Neville Smythe: Blade with whom I have lived, blade with whom I now die, serve right and justice one last time, seek one last heart of evil, still one last life of pain, cut well old friend, and then farewell
Peter Dickenson: [holding up a pocket watch] This is an heirloom. It must be worth something.
Pawnbroker: Your heir didn't loom too big. If I gave you 50, I'd be fired.
Smrgol: What? Never had gemstones in your craw?
Peter Dickenson: [in dragon form] I never had a craw.
Princess Melisande: May I join him father?
Carolinus: Of all questions, I feared that the most.
Princess Melisande: May I?
Carolinus: That must be your decision child. Go, and you may never return to the magic realm. For even now the great dome of invisibility grows over our world to protect its sanctity for all time. And no one on the outside may enter its boundaries, save for the length of a dream, or a flash of an inspiration. But it will stay, through the years and the centuries and the ages, a part of man for all time. And whenever man needs magic, we will be here.
Carolinus: For as evil is a part of all things, evil is a part of magic.
Ommadon: Come devils, witches, demons, ogres, trolls, sandmerks, harpies, ghouls, sorcerers!
Peter Dickenson: Come algebra, anatomy, astronomy, biology, chemistry, geology, geometry, mathematics, meteorology, mineralology, oceanography, paleontology, physics, psychology, sociology, trigonometry, and zoology!
Ommadon: While your powers die, mine will flourish! Man will never inherit my domain, for I am making man mine!
Gorbash: Whither dost thou command me, oh, master?
Carolinus: Gorbash, please for pity's sake, no formalities.
Gorbash: Well, I, uh, like to do things by the book.
Carolinus: To the Temple of All Antiquity!
[turns around, confused]
Carolinus: I'll guide you as we go. Away!
Breog: [about to drop Peter] May the rocks crush your skull!
Carolinus: Good would be totally impotent, without the contrast of evil.