Son of the Pink Panther (1993)

Debrah Farentino: Princess Yasmin

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Quotes 

• Princess Yasmin : Do you like being a cop?

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : Yes, sometimes. How is it being a princess?

  Princess Yasmin : It's not much fun.

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : Oh. Fun is important.

  Princess Yasmin : Yes. What else is important to you?

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : Singing.

  Princess Yasmin : Yes?

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : [sings] 

  Princess Yasmin : That's... terrible.

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : Yes. And poetry. "Parent of golden dreams, Romance! Auspicious queen of childish joys who lead'st along in airy dance."

  Princess Yasmin : That's Byron.

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : Yes. Yes. And rain, and sleeping. And and and my mother.

  Princess Yasmin : You like your mother?

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : Yes, very much, yes. And women.

  Princess Yasmin : What kinds of women?

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : All kinds. Especially dark women with blue eyes and full red lips who smell like night-blooming jasmine, and taste like a warm mango.

  Princess Yasmin : Warm mango?

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : And honey.

  Princess Yasmin : Oh, my god.

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : Mine, too.

• King Haroak : [King Haroak and Princess Yasmin are riding in a limousine; Yasmin lights a cigarette and starts to smoke it]  Oh... I wish you wouldn't smoke.

  King Haroak : We should never have sent you to America, you picked up such appalling habits there.

  Princess Yasmin : And nobody smokes in Lugash.

  King Haroak : That's different.

  Princess Yasmin : Hmm... of course... and there's nothing wrong with America, Father. My mother was American, you married her.

  King Haroak : Your mother never smoked.

  Princess Yasmin : Well, I'm surprised you noticed. You know, she wasn't dead three weeks before you married that... woman.

  King Haroak : Well, you will no doubt be pleased to know that I am about to pay the price for that folly.

  Princess Yasmin : Then, the rumor is true?

  King Haroak : Yes, it would seem so, but Yasmin, please keep it to yourself. I don''t want to alert your stepmother until I have proof.

• King Haroak : [at a Monaco casino, after Yasmin has just won a game of baccarat]  Praise Allah someone in this family is lucky.

  Princess Yasmin : Hmm.

  [Yasmin gets out of her seat and leaves the baccarat table] 

  Princess Yasmin : [to Hans]  Cash this in.

  Hans Zarba : How do you know I can be trusted?

  Princess Yasmin : [Yasmin slaps Hans, then she puts her glasses on]  Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were one of my bodyguards, it's all right. Uh, what's the going rate on a slap these days?

  Princess Yasmin : [Hans holds up a casino chip]  You're cheap.

  [Hans tosses the chip to the baccarat dealer, who responds "Merci, monsieur."] 

• Hans Zarba : Please, my sister may be dying.

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : Okay.

  [Gambrelli walks over to the back of Hans's van] 

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : Uh, please, please, stand back, stand back. Haa!

  [Gambrelli opens the door, hitting Dreyfus in the face, and a machine gun falls to the ground] 

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : [Gambrelli picks up the machine gun]  You've been hunting?

  Hans Zarba : Yes, hunting... hunting. Very perceptive.

  Princess Yasmin : [Gambrelli kneels to check Hans's "sister", unaware that she is really Princess Yasmin; romantic music plays in the background as he takes a look at her face, she speaks softly]  Hello.

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : [dreamily]  Hello.

  Princess Yasmin : [Yasmin giggles at Jacques. and puts her finger on his nose]  Who are you?

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : [in a slow voice]  I am Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli, second class. Who are you?

  Princess Yasmin : I am -

  [Hanif looks at Hans Zarba with a suspicion that she might reveal her identity and blow their cover; she yawns and goes unconscious] 

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : Your sister is very... very unconscious. Yes, I suspect that she had 'receiv-ed' a 'beump' on the head.

  Hans Zarba : What?

  Police Commisioner Charles Dreyfus : [Dreyfus corrects Gambrelli's mispronunciation]  Bump.

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : What?

  Police Commisioner Charles Dreyfus : Oh, never mind. Come, François.

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : Yes, she requires immediate emergency treatment, Mister... uh...

  Hans Zarba : Jones, Jones.

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : [Gambrellia closes the van door, getting his gloves and fingers caught in the van door]  Take her quickly to the Nice hospital, Mr. Jones, and I will phone ahead to - Aah! - to tell them that you're - Mr. Jones! Mr. Jones, please stop! Mr. J - Wait, Mr. Jones, my hand! My - where are you go - Mr. Jones! Mr. Jones! Mr. Jones, Mr. Jones, please stop!

  [the van backs up and then drives away with Gambrelli's hand caught in the back door] 

• Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : [Gambrelli hiccups and wakes up]  Oh... ohh... Ah... ah...

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : [Gambrelli glances at Princess Yasmin]  'Oh... but soft, what... light through yonder window breaks? Oh, it is the east, and Juliet... is the sun."

  Princess Yasmin : [He stumbles at the foot of Yasmin's bunk; she wakes up]  Romeo...

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : Oh, no,

  [Jacques hiccups] 

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : Jacques.

  Princess Yasmin : You know what they say.

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : No.

  Princess Yasmin : Yes: "A rose by any other name would - "

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : [Jacques completes the line from Romeo and Juliet]  "Would smell as sweet."

  Princess Yasmin : [giggles]  Yes. What are you doing here, sweetie?

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : I came to rescue you.

  [he hiccups] 

  Princess Yasmin : Hold your breath.

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : Like this?

  Princess Yasmin : Mm-hmm.

  [Yasmin sniffs in some air, Jacques hiccups] 

  Princess Yasmin : Longer.

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : I can't.

  Princess Yasmin : Oh, here, try again.

  [Yasmin inhales with her nose, then she kisses Jacques while holding his nostrils shut] 

  Princess Yasmin : Ahhh.

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : [Jacques hiccups]  It's no use.

  Princess Yasmin : Yeah. There is one other way, okay? It's a little extreme, but it always works.

  [Yasmin kisses Jacques and embraces him lovingly] 

• Princess Yasmin : No more hiccups.

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : Amazing, but how did you discover it?

  Princess Yasmin : I was, uh, engaged to a football player when I was in college in the States, and he, uh, always had the hiccups.

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : Oh, who could blame him?

  Princess Yasmin : Hmph.

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : How about you?

  Princess Yasmin : I never have hiccups.

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : Oh, never?

  Princess Yasmin : But if I ever do, I hope you're somewhere in the neighborhood.

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : Oh, I would consider it an honor and a privilege to be of assistance.

  Princess Yasmin : How long have you been a policeman, Officer Gambrelli?

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : Oh, three years next May.

  Princess Yasmin : Yes?

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : How long have you been a princess, Your Highness?

  Princess Yasmin : All my life.

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : Oh, that's a long time to be anything.

  Princess Yasmin : Yes.

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : Do you like being a cop?

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : Yes, sometimes. How is it being a princess?

  Princess Yasmin : It's not much fun.

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : Oh, fun is important.

  Princess Yasmin : What else is important to you?

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : Mmm... singing.

• Hans Zarba : Salaam alaikum.

  Uncle Idris : Wa alaikum salaam.

  Uncle Idris : [in English]  Welcome to my home away from home, your Highness.

  Princess Yasmin : Who are you?

  Uncle Idris : My Muslim name is Sharif Latiff Abdul al-Idris al-Saba, but you can call me Uncle Idris.

• Hans Zarba : [Hans enters the room carrying a gun]  Come, Yasmin!

  Princess Yasmin : Never!

  Hans Zarba : We'll make our escape!

  Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli : [Jacques recites some poetry from memory]  "When I am dead, my dearest, sing no sad songs for me. / Plant thou no roses at my head, no shady cypress tree / Be the green grass above me, with showers and dew drops wet, / And if thou wilt remember, and if thou wilt forget."

  [Hans shoots at Jacques] 

  Princess Yasmin : Jacques!

  [Yasmin grunts as she struggles to get away from Hans; Cato, who has been hiding in am urn, hits Hans from behind with a brass frying pan] 

  Hans Zarba : That's it, no more mister nice guy!

  [Hans faints to the floor]