Beth: Oh, listen, it's much easier to make love than to fight four warriors with your hands tied behind your back. Gwendoline: Beth, how do you make love to a man? Beth: Oh, Gwendoline, making love to a man is much easier than fighting five guards with your hands tied behind your back! Gwendoline: Oh. Beth: You remember the other night with Willard? Well it's the same thing but kind of not the same thing... Gwendoline: I'm just worried that I'll get everything wrong! Gwendoline: [Gwendoline and Willard are grappling over a precipice] Go on, let me fall! But it'll be your name I scream on the way down. Willard: What? Gwendoline: That's right, I belong to you: Body and Soul. [She falls] Willard: Wait, Gwendoline, I don't say that kind of thing! No! Gwendoline, I love you! Gwendoline: [She is squatting on an outcrop, smiling] I hope that was sincere! Willard: [Willard, Beth and Gwendoline are tied up at the Cheops's encampment] Gwendoline, have you ever made love? Gwendoline: No. Willard: I can't let you die without making love. Here, move as close as you can. [They can't reach each other. Willard picks up a straw with his teeth and begins gently poking Gwendoline's face with it] Beth: Now Gwendoline must kill Gwendoline. [Gwendoline puts on a dead guard's helmet] Gwendoline: In the Yik Yak, isn't there an enormous crevice with smoking gas coming up through it? Willard: Feel like dying? Gwendoline: When I'm close to you, I feel safe! Gwendoline: Tom, you come with me. And you... go take a bath. You stink. Gwendoline: Is it a boa? Willard: No, it's a goldfish. Gwendoline: Ahh! Gwendoline: How did you know? Willard: Call it instinct. I'm infallible. Willard: Look, if I was a butterfly and I lived here, and somebody tried to take me to London, I'd break their face. Willard: And you'll get nothing from me, you overdressed gargoyle! [repeated line] D'Arcy: Superb, you're superb! Gwendoline: Black, you help us; Red, you'll never see us again! D'Arcy: She made me do things that were against the laws of nature! D'Arcy: The Queen's Will is the Will of the Queen!
: He was wonderful, Beth. Big blue eyes! Long white hands! Beth: [to Gwendoline] Your upbringing will be the death of us! Willard: [The Cheops's prison. Gwendoline is crying] It's a little late to be afraid, don't you think?