Singer
[From the theme song.]
Barbarella, psychedella / There's a kind of cockle shell about you...
Chorus
Barbarella, Bah-Barbarella...
Pygar
John Phillip Law · 24 quotes
Barbarella
Jane Fonda · 19 quotes
Great Tyrant
Anita Pallenberg · 5 quotes
Dildano
David Hemmings · 4 quotes
Most scenes together: Barbarella & Pygar (18), Pygar & Great Tyrant (5), Pygar & Dildano (4)
Barbarella quotes
Page 2 of 2[In an obvious homage to Hitchcock's The Birds, Barbarella is being chewed on (and disrobed) by colorful birds.]
This is really much too poetic a way to die!
[The Concierge leads Barbarella to a room, where the menacing woman emerges, both eyes now intact.]
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?
[A curtain of snow dissolves to reveal Pygar, tied to a crossbar, wings spread as if crucified.]
Pygar!
Amusing, isn't it, Pretty-Pretty? Don't you feel like playing?
. . .
[Barbarella surreptitiously draws Pygar's concealed blaster and grabs the Great Tyrant.]
De-crucify the angel!
What?
De-crucify him or I'll melt your face!
. . .
[The Concierge relieves Barbarella of her discharged weapon.]
So it was a trick, was it? You should have saved your tricks for... for...
Concierge For the birds, Your Majesty?
Yes! Yes, the birds! The birds! Give her to the birds!
Durand Durand [The Concierge, revealed as Durand Durand himself, rants about his new purpose.]
I speak of the dignity... the nobility of pure evil!
. . .
What have you done with the positronic ray?
Durand Durand Oh, so that's it.
What does it do?
Durand Durand All persons and objects in its path are de-minimalized to the fourth level.
You mean—
Durand Durand That's right. Replaced in the fourth dimension, irretrievably.
. . .
Durand Durand [Dr. Durand explains his reluctance to attack the Black Queen.]
Whoever succeeds in killing her will be put immediately to a horrible death. Hence my prudence.
Durand Durand [His manic expression turns to one of dismay.]
I find horrible the idea that one could do to me, that which I do to others.
[The President speaks of Durand Durand's invention of a "positronic ray" weapon.]
Why would anybody want to invent a weapon?
President
How should I know?
I mean, the universe has been pacified for centuries... sir.
President
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?
President
Precisely.
. . .
Something must be done!
President
Yes. And you are the girl who must do it.
Why me?!
President
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.
President
[Barbarella abruptly stands straight and salutes.]
Find Durand Durand, and use all of your incomparable talents to preserve the security of the stars.
[Two men, ominously advancing on a supine Barbarella, are stabbed from behind by a menacing one-eyed woman (who we'll later learn is the Great Tyrant).]
Hello, Pretty-Pretty.
Do you want to come and play with me? For someone like you I charge nothing.
[Barbarella tries to run, but the woman grabs her by the arm and draws her close.]
You're very pretty, Pretty-Pretty.
My name isn't Pretty-Pretty, it's Barbarella.
A good many dramatic situations begin with screaming.
An angel does not make love, an angel is love.
An angel has no memory
But you're soft and warm! We're told that Earth beings are cold.