Red Sonja: No man may have me, unless he's beaten me in a fair fight. Kalidor: So, the only man that can have you, is one who's trying to kill you. That's logic.
[Red Sonja goes and lies down. Kalidor picks up his sword and holds it to her throat] Kalidor: If you yield only to a conqueror, then prepared to be conquered. Red Sonja: Don't be a fool, I don't want to kill you. Kalidor: Try it. Red Sonja: Falkon, may I give you a word of advice? Put him over your knee and beat some manners into him. Brytag: This is my land. All that pass through pay me tribute. Red Sonja: How much, Brytag? Brytag: Who mentioned money? Tribute, I said. The tender kind all women pay to Brytag. Red Sonja: (drawing her sword) Suppose I don't. Suppose, instead, I open up that great, fat belly of yours? Brytag: I'm going to feed your eyes to the birds, red-hair! Red Sonja: I don't need eyes to find you, I can smell you at a hundred paces! Red Sonja: But why didn't you tell me who you were? Kalidor: You didn't seem to want a man's help. But you needed it, so that's why I followed you. I had to be sure you reached the talisman. Red Sonja: I see, I misunderstood. I thought you had another reason. Kalidor: I did. (He kisses her.) Red Sonja: What happened? Falkon: What happened? Queen Gedren attacked us is what happened. Red Sonja: Gedren? Queen Gedren? Falkon: That's right. She knocked down half the city with her new weapon and demanded our surrender. Prince Tarn: My army ran away. Do they want to live forever? I refused to surrender. Falkon: So she knocked down the other half. Prince Tarn: Why does she fight so hard? She doesn't want to win. Ikol: [referring to the Killer of the Icthyan Caverns] My Queen, this pet of yours is difficult for the rest of us to control; there can be no guarantees that something won't... well, go wrong. Queen Gedren: If anything does, YOU will be its next victim. Prince Tarn: [upon finding the Great Pearl of the Icthyan Caverns] This could buy me an army, or even rebuild Habloc! Dig it out, Falkon! Falkon: Your Highness, this pearl may BELONG to somebody. Prince Tarn: It does! And he wants it NOW! Kalidor: I know you're a brave girl, but danger is my TRADE. Red Sonja: If danger is a trade, I'll learn it by myself. Brytag: I will tell the future in your entrails, Red Woman! Red Sonja: I know my future. You have none. Swordmaster: Hatred of men in a lovely young woman... Such could be your downfall. Red Sonja: I don't hate ALL men, Grandmaster. Swordmaster: Those words would have brought music to my heart, thirty years ago.