The Son of the Sheik

Ahmed, the Sheik's Son:
[the Sheik picks up a thick bar of iron and bends it into a u] I will bend you to my will, as I bend this bar of iron. [the son straightens the bar back out]

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The night was young at Cafe Maure. Not a knife had been thrown - so far.

Ghabah:
My young lion. Your people would gladly pay ten thousand francs to look at your handsome face again.

Yasmin:
I am tired - - yet I must dance. He is my father - and we are very poor.

Ramadan:
Allah curse all dancing-girls. Their hips full of abandon, make young men full of nonsense!

Ahmed, the Sheik's Son:
What have you done with Yasmin?

Ghabah:
You fool - to believe she loved you! She was our bait to lure you on, as she has lured many another.

Ramadan:
Like all youths, he loved a dancing girl. Like all dancing girls, she tricked him.

Ghabah:
[the little man is comically hanging by his shirt from a tree limb] What are you doing there, Son of An Owl?

Mountebank:
Nay, my mother was no owl... only a little cuckoo!

Yasmin:
I hate you! I will hate you with my dying breath!

Ahmed, the Sheik's Son:
[Ponders her words for a moment] That is the first truthful thing you've said.

The Sheik's father:
You dare to bring a woman to the camp when I have selected a bride for you?

Ahmed, the Sheik's Son:
I am sorry, but when the time comes, I'll select my own bride. Like father, like son. My future is my own.

Ghabah:
Yasmin, no other man shall have you. Why waste your life in futile love - that I destroy so easily?

Ghabah:
[as Ramadan, nearby, secretly overhears him] It was I who poisoned the mind of young Ahmed against you - saying you betrayed him to us.

Mountebank:
[At Le Caf? Maure] Quick! Send Yasmin to dance! A rich stranger! I smell money!

Ahmed, the Sheik's Son:
Yasmin, Yasmin, my beloved. Can you ever forgive...?

Yasmin:
I tried to hate you, beloved, but - my heart has always been yours!

Mountebank:
[When asked about his wife's name] I don't know her name. When I want her, I whistle.

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[First lines] Not East of Suez - but South of Algiers.

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A camp of outcasts in the desert night. / Andre, renegade Frenchman, leader of a vagrant troupe - entertainers by profession, thieves by preference. / Ghabah, The Moor, whose crimes outnumber the sands.

Yasmin:
If my lord ever returns, he might find me in the old ruins. I love to wander there in the moonlight - - alone.

Yasmin:
But who are you, my Lord? I do not even know your name!

Ahmed, the Sheik's Son:
I am he who loves you - - is that not name enough?

Clara:
I hope the desert is as romantic as it has been pictured. I am mad to see it.

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The Sheik - English born, Sahara bred - undisputed ruler in this sea of sand.

Yasmin:
Out of here, first born of a mule!

Ramadan:
Women - bah! Heed them not - for today's peach is tomorrow's prune!

Ramadan:
All the beauties of the Arabian Nights - - passing unveiled - - couldn't get a look from me!

Yasmin:
Allah!... Help me to tear him from my heart! Help me to hate him!