Barbarella?
Mr. President!
Love.
Love.
Just a moment — I'll slip something on.
Don't trouble yourself. This is an affair of state.
Barbarella (1968) · 25 quotes
2nd most-quoted character in Barbarella (1968): in 19 of its 25 quotes
Most scenes with: Pygar (18), Great Tyrant (4), Dildano (4)
A good many dramatic situations begin with screaming.
Barbarella?
Mr. President!
Love.
Love.
Just a moment — I'll slip something on.
Don't trouble yourself. This is an affair of state.
Why would anybody want to invent a weapon?
How should I know?
I mean, the universe has been pacified for centuries... sir.
What we know of it. The trouble is, we don't know anything about Tau Ceti or its inhabitants.
You mean they could still be living in a primitive state of neurotic irresponsibility?
Precisely.
. . .
Something must be done!
Yes. And you are the girl who must do it.
Why me?!
Barbarella! I have no armies, or police... and I can't spare the Presidential Band. Besides, you're a five-star, double-rated astronavigatrix. Your mission, then.
Find Durand Durand, and use all of your incomparable talents to preserve the security of the stars.
I'm so grateful for what you've done, I hardly know how to begin to thank you. I'm positive I can get you some sort of recompense from my government. I mean, if— if there's anything you need, or that I can do, please tell me.
Well, you could let me... make love to you.
"Make love", did you say?
Yes!
What do you mean? You don't even know my psychocardiogram!
Eh?
Well, on Earth, for centuries, people haven't made love unless their psychocardiogram readings were in perfect confluence.
. . .
Do you have any pills?
Pills?!
Oh, never mind. I have some here.
Uh, b-b-uh... what is this pill?
It's an exhaltation transference pellet, of course.
Hmm. I know nothing of this.
I see. Well, on Earth, when our psychocardiogram readings are in perfect confluence, and we wish to "make love", as you call it, we take an exhaltation transference pellet, and remain like this — here, let me show you...
... for one minute, or until full rapport is achieved.
. . .
Ah! I don't care for that!
This! This is what I mean. This! The bed.
That?! But nobody's done that for centuries! I mean, nobody except the very poor, who can't afford the pills and the psychocardiogram readings.
Why not?
'Cause it was proved to be distracting and a danger to maximum efficiency! And... and because it was pointless to continue it when other substitutes for ego support and self-esteem were made available.
And now, Barbarella... don't you agree with me? That in some things, the old-fashioned ways are best after all?
What? Oh, that. Yes, I must admit it was rather... interesting. Still, I see what they mean by saying it's distracting.
I'm from the planet Earth. My name is Barbarella.
But you're soft and warm! We're told that Earth beings are cold.
Not all of us.
Hello, Pretty-Pretty.
Hello.
Thank you very much.
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.
That's screaming! A good many dramatic situations begin with screaming.
Pygar, come. Tell me what that means.
"Chamber... of Ultimate... Solution".
I don't like the sound of that.
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?
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!
This is really much too poetic a way to die!
The password — quickly!
I don't understand!
Are you not a political prisoner?
I don't think so.
Then you're not one of us.
I'm from Earth.
Earth! Planet of the revolutions! W-w-will you join our cause?
What cause? Who are you?
I-I'm Dildano, head of the revolutionary forces. This is our headquarters.
. . .
I suppose you realize you've saved my life.
A life without cause is a life without effect.
Well, I-I'm sure I could get you a substantial recompense from my government.
Earth woman. Shall I tell you what I would like?
I think I know.
No! No, not like that! Like on Earth, on-on-on Ea— on Earth! The pill! I-I-I have the pill!
But... uh... Couldn't we do it your way? I don't want to change your traditions.
She sleeps alone in a room above the Mathmos, surrounded by a wall of impenetrable energy, to which she alone has the secret key. There exists, however, a second secret key, which my agents have located, and is now in my possession. You want to discover the whereabouts of Durand Durand. I want to capture the Black Queen. You follow my meaning.
If you really do have the second secret key... why haven't you used it already?
Ah!
Ah. Ah — ah! Because our forces have not as yet been strong enough! The capture of the Black Queen, ah... has to be associated with a military... coup! Hmm. With your weaponry and spacecraft, this can be brought about. With the Black Queen in your control, you can get her to divulge the whereabouts of Durand Durand!
Yes, I see.
Our rendezvous point will be at 1600 hours. And our password will be... "Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch".
You mean, the secret "Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch"?
Exactly.
The time is right! The Queen is in her Chamber of Dreams.
What about the key?
Ah, the key.
Where?
It's invisible, of course. Only an invisible key can open an invisible wall.
I don't believe it! Wretched, wretched girl! What have you done to my Exsexive Machine?! You've undone it! You've undone me! Look! The energy cables are shrinking! You've turned them into ****s! You've— you've burned out the Exsexive Machine! You've blown all its fuses!
My goodness!
I speak of the dignity... the nobility of pure evil!
. . .
What have you done with the positronic ray?
Oh, so that's it.
What does it do?
All persons and objects in its path are de-minimalized to the fourth level.
You mean—
That's right. Replaced in the fourth dimension, irretrievably.
. . .
Whoever succeeds in killing her will be put immediately to a horrible death. Hence my prudence.
I find horrible the idea that one could do to me, that which I do to others.
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.