Barbarella1968

The Great Tyrant:
So, my pretty-pretty; we meet again.

Barbarella:
You! The little one-eyed wench!

The Great Tyrant:
You have a good memory, Pretty-Pretty. Yes, sometimes I like to go out among my people, be like them, ordinary, 'evil' as you call it. So, I'm your little one-eyed wench. I'm also the Great Tyrant.

Barbarella:
That's nice.

The Great Tyrant:
It amuses me immensely! Now I believe you are interested in the wereabouts and welfare of a certain party, yes?

Barbarella:
As a matter of fact I am. I'm here under the orders of the president of Earth, I'm looking for Durand-Durand.

The Great Tyrant:
I'M NOT TALKING OF HIM, I'M SPEAKING OF THE ANGEL!

Barbarella:
Pygar?

The Great Tyrant:
Yes, Pygar. He has escaped the labyrinth. Crime! He has destroyed twelve of my black guards. Crime! And he dares to deprive me of a pleasure unique in Sogo, an Earthling. Crime! Crime! You want your fine-feathered friend? Look, there he is.