Simbad contro i sette saraceni

Sinbad:
You better kill me now, Omar, because as long as I have one drop of blood left in my veins, I'll find the strength to tear you apart. Filthy coward!

Omar:
Throw him in the dungeon.

Omar:
[referring to Sinbad] I want to see the terror of death in his eyes.

Jukki:
Ali Baba, keep your hands to yourself. If you want us to be friends, you'll have to treat me like a man, not a toy.

Sinbad:
Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you

Jukki:
It's alright. I know you're in love.

Omar:
Hmm, it's wonderful to love and die together... the eternal law of unhappy lovers. You'll be married in death!

Sharif:
Omar, stop!

Omar:
Why?

Sharif:
You must not - as a warrior for the tournament, his person is sacred.

Omar:
[laughs manically] Fortune is against you. You were to die a quick death. Instead, now you're going to die a slow and agonising death, in personal combat. And Fatima, she's going to watch you die. And then she'll be buried alive in the coffin with you

Sinbad:
Praise be to Allah, I'll meet you in combat. You may not touch Fatima until the end of the tourney.

Omar:
That is my right and my privilege.

Sinbad:
Fatima is my woman. And the woman of a man condemned to death is sacred.

Omar:
You have but a short time to live. Sharif, I hold you responsible for him. Guard! Take him away. Farida, take Fatima to the harem.