Hercules:
Ha, ha, ha. You have strucked Hercules.
Hercules:
Hercules hides from no man!
Hercules:
Hercules has no need of money!
Hercules:
Bucks? Doe? What is all this zoological talk about male and female animals?
Mercury:
You could do great harm.
Hercules:
Ahm To Oom?
Hercules:
[throwing an attacking robber aside] How dare you touch Hercules!
Hercules:
[Grabs forklift truck, stopping it dead] A fine chariot... but where are your horses?
Helen Camden:
[noticing a poster for a "Hercules" stage show] Oh look, you're famous.
Hercules:
That is not Hercules! And who is that monster who looks as if he has come straight from the kingdom of the underworld?
Helen Camden:
Oh no, this is a motion picture, a play! Really, you mustn't take yourself so seriously.
Hercules:
He doesn't even look like me! Look...
[takes his sweater off]
Helen Camden:
What... what are you doing?
[noticing his impressive muscles]
Helen Camden:
Oh wow!
Hercules:
[flexing] Does he? Hahahah. Does he?
Helen Camden:
I... I... I... I really wish you'd put your shirt back on. He isn't supposed to look like anyone other than the actor who plays the part.
Hercules:
What is the name of that imitator? Who gave him permission to pretend to be Hercules?
Helen Camden:
I think we outta go.
Hercules:
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