Quotation

The Great Tyrant: "Tell me, my fancy, fuzzy freak: What do you think of, when you make love to Barbarella?" Pygar: " 'Make' love? I do not understand." The Great Tyrant: "Don't be coy with me, you are in no position. If only you had one eye in your head you could see what a delight I am, my face, my body, all my parts are a delight. An exquisite delight." Pygar: "What is it you want?" The Great Tyrant: "I shall share my delights with you. You shall make love to me." Pygar: "An angel doesn't 'make' love. An angel IS love." The Great Tyrant: "Then you're a dead duck. - Guards! To the Mathmos with this winged fruitcake."