DragonHeart (1996)

Sean Connery: Draco

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• Draco : Who's the girl?

  Bowen : A nuisance! Get rid of her.

  Draco : Why?

  Bowen : They're trying to placate you with a sacrifice.

  Draco : [knowingly]  Oh, now whoever gave them *that* bright idea?

  Bowen : Never mind! Just get rid of her!

  Draco : How?

  Bowen : Eat her!

  Draco : Oh, please. YUCK!

  Bowen : Aren't we squeamish; you ate Sir Egglemore, hypocrite!

  Draco : I merely chewed in self-defense, but I never swallowed.

• Bowen : And now, Draco, without you, what do we do? Where do we turn?

  Draco : [rising]  To the stars, Bowen. To the stars.

• Bowen : I no longer try to change the world, dragon, I just try to get by in it.

  Draco : Yes, well, it's better than death, I suppose.

  Bowen : Oh, is it? I should think you'd welcome death. You know, the last of your kind, all of your friends dead, hunted wherever you go...

  Draco : Do you delight in reminding me? Yes, knight, I do long for death, but, fear it.

  Bowen : Why? Aside from your misery, what's to lose?

  Draco : My soul.

• Draco : [after Bowen has been in his mouth for several hours]  It seems we're in a bit of a stalemate... Wouldn't you say?

  Bowen : [Wipes away slobbery dragon spit]  I can go three days without sleep.

  Draco : I can go three weeks.

  Bowen : [Groans in frustration]  I'll stab you before I nod off.

  Draco : And I'll chomp you.

  [Scoffs] 

  Draco : Marvelous... we'll kill each other.

  Bowen : What do you suggest?

  Draco : A truce. Get out of my mouth and we'll talk... face-to-face.

  Bowen : [sighs]  How do I know I can trust you?

  Draco : I give you my word.

  Bowen : The word of a dragon - it's worthless.

  Draco : [Growls and pushes Bowen out with his tongue]  Stubborn lout!

  Bowen : [Falls on his back and Draco pins him down with his forepaw]  Argh! I should've known...! Go on... Kill me!

  Draco : [Opens his mouth and fixes his jaw to close properly]  I don't want to kill you! I never did. And I don't want you to kill *me*!

  [Bowen looks at him] 

  Draco : How do we gain? If you win, you lose a trade. If I win, I wait around for the next sword-slinger thirsting to carve a reputation out of my hide. And I'm *tired* of lurking in holes and skulking in darkness... I'm going to let you up now, and if you insist, we can pursue this fracas to its final stupidity... or... you can listen to my alternative.

  [Bowen staggers to his feet wearily groaning with the sword in his hand; gives him a hard stare] 

  Draco : Hmmmm?

  Bowen : [in exhausted reluctance]  What's the alternative?

• Bowen : I will not stop until I've rid the world of every last one of you.

  Draco : I *am* the last one!

• Kara : [Draco has been singing to her]  You have a beautiful voice.

  Draco : Oh, thank you. We dragons love to sing when we're happy.

  Kara : Well, you're not like a dragon at all.

  Draco : [leaning his head close to Kara]  Well, how many dragons do you know?

  Kara : Well, You're the first.

  Draco : You should never listen to minstrels' fancies. A dragon would never hurt a soul, unless they tried to hurt him first.

  Kara : [leans back and crosses her arms]  Really? Then why were you in my village?

  Draco : [remembering the mercenary scam]  Oh! The village!

• Bowen : [stuck in Draco's mouth, sees an arm stuck in the teeth and plucks it out]  Oh, good Lord! Sir Egglemore!

  [throws the arm out behind him] 

  Draco : Oh, thank you very much. It's been stuck down there for months. Can you get your buttocks off my tongue?

  Bowen : Why should you be comfortable? My armor is rusting in your drool and your *breath*, is absolutely *foul*!

  Draco : Well, what do you expect, with an old knight rotting between my molars?

• Bowen : You are the last.

  Draco : My time is over! Strike!

  Bowen : You are my friend.

  Draco : Then as my friend, STRIKE, PLEASE!

• [Bowen has been wedged in Draco's mouth for some time] 

  Draco : [muffled]  Oh, God, my mouth is so dry.

  [a rumble starts deep in his throat] 

  Bowen : [realizing]  No, no, no! Stop! No, no, no, stop!

  [Draco clears his throat, and a gob of dragon mucus hits Bowen in the face] 

  Draco : Sorry about that.

• Bowen : [Draco is towing him through the air by a cable attached to his leg]  You can't fly forever!

  Draco : Neither can you!

  Bowen : Oh, no...!

  Draco : Come, visit the woods!

  [flies over the canopy, dragging Bowen through the trees] 

  Draco : Look out!

  [Bowen narrowly avoids a tree...] 

  Draco : Well done!

  [... and crashes into the next one] 

  Draco : Ooh! Pity. That must have hurt.

  [another crash] 

  Draco : Again!

  [yet another crash] 

  Draco : And again! How do you like the ride so far?

• Draco : When there are no more dragons to slay, how will you make a living, knight?

  Bowen : SHUT UP!

• Draco : Such deception hardly befits a knight of the Old Code.

  Bowen : Ha! Fleecing Einon's lackeys, that's a service to mankind.

  Draco : Is it? When you squeeze the nobility, it's the peasants who feel the pinch.

• Draco : [chained down, bitterly]  I can't *see*! Are the stars shining tonight?

  Queen Aislinn : Brightly, my lord. Brightly.

  Draco : Then let us end it.

• Draco : Bowen, meet Kara.

  [thinking Bowen has come to kill Draco, Kara waves a dagger in Bowen's face as if to protect Draco from him] 

  Bowen : [smirks at Draco]  You should've eaten her.

• Draco : [talking about Bowen earning money for killing dragons]  Well, since you seek a profit, we might as well begin.

  Bowen : Oh, don't flatter yourself! It's not the profit. It's the pleasure!

  Draco : Perhaps less pleasurable and more costly than you think!