Skeld the Superstitious Quotes in The 13th Warrior (1999)

Skeld the Superstitious: Blow-hards the both of you. She probably was some smoke-colored camp girl. Looked like that one's mother.

[laughter]

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: My mother was a pure woman from a noble family. And I, at least, know who my father is, you pig-eating son of a whore!

Skeld the Superstitious: [Ahmad Ibn Fahdlan shows off his new scimitar, whittled down from a Viking sword; Skeld shrugs] He insisted.

Weath the Musician: Give an Arab a sword, he makes a knife.

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: [cuts through a thick wooden pole in one chop] It works.

[He tosses it into the air, twirls it around, then holds the blade to Weath's neck]

Weath the Musician: When you die, can I give that to my daughter?

[laughter]

Skeld the Superstitious: [Talking about Ahmed's horse] Only an Arab would bring...

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: A dog to war? I heard this the first time.