[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.

[uneasily]

Hello.

[Barbarella stands.]

Thank you very much.

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.