Hello, Pretty-Pretty.
Do you want to come and play with me? For someone like you I charge nothing.
You're very pretty, Pretty-Pretty.
My name isn't Pretty-Pretty, it's Barbarella.
Barbarella (1968) · 25 quotes
3rd most-quoted character in Barbarella (1968): in 5 of its 25 quotes
Most scenes with: Pygar (5), Barbarella (4)
Hello, Pretty-Pretty.
Do you want to come and play with me? For someone like you I charge nothing.
You're very pretty, Pretty-Pretty.
My name isn't Pretty-Pretty, it's Barbarella.
So, my Pretty-Pretty, we meet again.
You! The little one-eyed wench!
You have a good memory, Pretty-Pretty. Yes, sometimes I like to go among my people. Be like them. Ordinary. "Evil", as you would call it. So... I'm your little one-eyed wench. I'm also the Great Tyrant.
Well! That's nice.
It amuses me immensely! Now I suppose you're interested in the whereabouts and welfare of a certain party, yes?
W— yes, I am! I'm here on the orders of the President of the Republic of Earth. I'm here to find Durand-Durand.
I'm not talking about him! I'm speaking of the angel!
Pygar?
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!
Where is Pygar?
You want your fine-feathered friend?
There he is.
Pygar!
Amusing, isn't it, Pretty-Pretty? Don't you feel like playing?
. . .
De-crucify the angel!
What?
De-crucify him or I'll melt your face!
. . .
So it was a trick, was it? You should have saved your tricks for... for...
For the birds, Your Majesty?
Yes! Yes, the birds! The birds! Give her to the birds!
Tell me, my fancy, fuzzy freak — what do you think of, when you make love to Barbarella?
Make love? I do not understand.
Don't be coy with me — you are in no position. If only you had one eye in your head...
... you would see what a delight I am! My face, my body — all my things are a delight! An exquisite delight.
What is it you want?
I shall share my delights with you. You shall make love to me.
An angel does not make love. An angel is love.
Then you're a dead duck. Guards! To the Mathmos with this winged fruitcake!
Wake up, Your Majesty! You must wake up!
Vade retro, Earth girl! I know you don't really exist.[N]
That may be, Your Majesty, but we'd better stick to what we see.
Where are we?
In the Mathmos, and alive!
I can see that, but why?
It seems the Mathmos has created this bubble to protect itself from your innocence.
. . .
You are so good, you made the Mathmos vomit.