Draco Quotes in Clash of the Titans (2010)

Perseus: If I do this, I do it as a man.

Draco: But you are NOT just a man.

Draco: Let them know men did this.

Draco: There is a God in you. Be sure to bring it. End of lesson.

Andromeda: What's your name?

Perseus: Perseus.

Andromeda: Take this. Please, drink.

[Andromeda holds out a goblet of wine to Perseus, who reaches to take it]

Draco: [slaps the goblet away] Hands off!

Cassiopeia: Enough!

Kepheus: Our daughter the missionary!

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: 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.

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

Draco: I *am* the last one!

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

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

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!

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: [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 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: 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.

Bowen: You are the last.

Draco: My time is over! Strike!

Bowen: You are my friend.

Draco: Then as my friend, STRIKE, PLEASE!

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: [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!

Draco: My apologies for the way you were brought here. I wasn't sure you'd accept a *formal* invitation.

James Bond: There's always something formal about the point of a pistol.

[Bond throws a knife and hits a calendar on a bookshelf, on the 14th day]

Draco: But today is the thirteenth, Commander.

James Bond: I'm superstitious.

Draco: She likes you, I can see it.

James Bond: You must give me the name of your oculist.

[Draco proposes that Bond marries his daughter]

James Bond: I find her fascinating. But, she needs a psychiatrist, not me.

Draco: [abruptly] What she needs is a man... to *dominate* her! To make love to her enough to make her love him! A man like you!

Draco: Do not kill me, Mr. Bond. At least not until we've had a drink. And if you wish, I'll give you another chance.

Draco: A martini for our guest, Olympe.

Olympe: A pleasure.

Draco: Shaken, not stirred.

Olympe: Of course.

Draco: A Compari, for me.

Draco: Listen to me, on the day you marry her, I'll give you a personal dowry of one million pounds in gold.

James Bond: That's quite an inducement - but, I don't need a million pounds.

Draco: Stupido!

James Bond: And I have a bachelor's taste for freedom.

Draco: Please! Just tease her some more. Who knows what will come of it.

James Bond: You have connections not open to me. Where is Ernst Stavro Blofeld?

Draco: Blofeld? Some of my men have recently defected to him. I don't know where he is.

James Bond: Can you find out?

Draco: If I could, I wouldn't tell Her Majesty's Secret Service.

James Bond: [Placing a phone call] Hello, Draco.

Draco: Yes, who is it?

James Bond: Bond, James Bond.

[a furious King Draco contacts Kane via hologram]

Draco: What in the name of the realm is going on? You are attacking while my ships are still hours away?

Kane: I'm... just following orders, sir.

Draco: And just whose orders were you following?

Kane: Your daughter's, sir.

Draco: And did she order our ships to disintegrate as they enter battle? If either of you survive this greatest debacle our realm has known, you will answer to me!

Draco: This place has the dimensions of heresy.

Chrysagon: [of Bronwyn] She has a calm face.

Draco: So has a cow.

Priest: Well, now, fertility. Some say it's pagan. But who's not pagan in some matters?

Draco: True, true! I love the speech of scholars.

Priest: These young folks here think of nothing but frolic. "Desist!" I tell them, but they will go a-wantoning. So, lest the Devil take them, I preach them a text from holy writ. "Increase and multiply," I say. "Replenish the earth." And oh! how they obey me.

Draco: That naked strumpet wears our father's ring!

Chrysagon: Then honor it, and her!

Draco: Did I say it was a turning world?