Sheik Amar Quotes in Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time (2010)

Sheik Amar: Did I ever tell you about the Ngbaka?

Seso: Where will you go?

Prince Dastan: Alamut. Nizam will use that dagger to pierce the Sand Glass. And he has to be stopped.

Sheik Amar: [mocking] He has to be stopped, he has to be stopped. That's good.

[Seso looks at Sheik]

Sheik Amar: What? Oh, a knife thrower with a conscience!

Prince Dastan: I've heard all these terrible stories of this place.

Sheik Amar: [laughing] The bloodthirsty slaves, murdering their masters? It's a good story; it's well told, ever-evolving, yeah but alas untrue.

Prince Dastan: But the skeletons that we saw at the...

Sheik Amar: ...I bought those from a gypsy in Bacara. Ah, I crafted our lurid reputation in order to fend off the most insidious evil that's been lurking this forsaken country of ours. Y'know what I'm talking about?

[Dastan shakes his head]

Sheik Amar: Taxes!

[spits]

Sheik Amar: Gah, these Persians! Their armies, their fortresses, their roads. Who pays for it all, eh? The small businessman! See that's why I started a little campaign, to spread some false notoriety. I spread it like a venerable disease in a Turkish harem!

Sheik Amar: Yeah, nothing beats a good story, eh? But yours however, trading her in for a camel, please! I mean look at her, she's worth at least two! And as for you, young man, do you know your brother's offered a reward for you? Which quite frankly between you and me, borders on the obscene! I'd trade in my own mother for that kind of gold.

[Seso gives him a surprised look]

Sheik Amar: What? Oh you didn't know what she was like.

Sheik Amar: Tch, secret government killing activity! That's why I don't pay taxes!

Sheik Amar: [to Dastan] We've been tracking you for a week! That little riot you started, it went on for *two days*! My beloved racetrack, all washed away like footprints in sand. You see Anita there? Hmm? Look at her. She's all that's left of my gaming empire. And no matter your skills as a promoter, *you can't organize an ostrich race with just one ostrich*! Am I right?

Crowd: Yeah!

Sheik Amar: Yes, sir. Come with me.

[takes off the textile covering Anita's head]

Sheik Amar: Did you know that ostriches have suicidal tendencies? Look at this poor thing. She used to be a grand champion. Now I have to watch her night and day to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid.

Sheik Amar: You sure about this?

Seso: I owe the boy.

Sheik Amar: You're an Ngbaka, scourge of the Namibian plain! Me? I'm a slightly dishonorable entrepreneur. This nobility business is not the cloth we're cut from.

Sheik Amar: Behold the mighty ostrich!

Sheik Amar: You know something, Persian? You bear a remarkable resemblance to the disgraced prince who fled after murdering the king.

[Dastan laughs nervously then bolts]

Sheik Amar: You can't organize an ostrich race... with *just one ostrich!*

Prince Dastan: Sheik Amar, listen to me...!

Sheik Amar: I'd rather not.

Sheik Amar: [hiding behind a cage of clucking chickens] Shut up! Shut up!

Sheik Amar: Oh, a knife-thrower with a conscience!

[repeated line]

Sheik Amar: Have I told you about the Ngbaka?

Prince Dastan: Yes, you have.

Sheik Amar: Hey! Hey, over here! HA! You know what they say about men with big swords?

[snickers and wiggles a bent pinky finger]

Sheik Amar: [after Nizam beats him bloody in the face] You Persian bureaucrats... such soft hands!

Sheik Amar: Oh, look at this! That's it! No more fermented goat's milk after the third race, you hear me? Get off it, come on!

Sheik Amar: [Dastan is encircled by men on horses, and a knife is thrown at him but deliberately misses] Do you know where you are, Persian? And yet you enter still? In the heart of Sudan, there is a tribe of warriors known as the Ngbaka. They strike fear into the hearts of all they cross. The Ngbaka are masters of the throwing knife, wielding blades said to have been blessed by the Creator himself. Their aim is so murderously accurate, they can decapitate *three men*... with one strike.

[Dastan tries to grab the knife]

Sheik Amar: Oh I wouldn't even bother doing that if I were you, d'you know why? This... is Seso. He's an Ngbaka. I had the good fortune of saving his life which means that he is now enduringly indebted to me. So tell me Persian: is there any good reason why I shouldn't tell Seso to put his next throw... just a little higher?

[Seso poises to throw again; Dastan notes the previous knife is positioned above his groin and quickly shakes his head]

Prince Dastan: We can't stop.

Sheik Amar: Well perhaps you can't, but we can!

Tamina: We could use your help getting to the temple.

Sheik Amar: Oh, by crossing the Hindu Kush with a storm blowing? You attract trouble like flies 'round rotting mango *and* you're insane!

Tamina: There's gold at the temple. More than ten horses can carry. Tax-free.