Tubal Quotes in Samson and Delilah (1949)

Tubal: [holding Delilah and trading her for Semadar] Look! Here! Samson. My other daughter. Take her. She'll make you a much better wife. She's fairer than Semadar, and much, much more beautiful.

Samson: You give me a turnip for a...

Tubal: Wait, wait Samson. This one is a queen among women. Samson, look. Look. Have you ever seen eyes like that? So full of love for you? See the whiteness of her skin, smooth as a young dove's. Oh she'll grow into a rare blossom.

Samson: She'll grow into a thornbush!

Delilah: [grasps Samson] Did a thornbush steal the chariot that took you to the lion? Did a thornbush tell the Saran how you killed it with your bare hands? No, I did, and he believed me, then you chose Semadar.

Samson: Take your claws out of me!

Delilah: You'll never get them out of you. I made Ahtur steal the riddle's secret from Semadar. I lied to stop you from marrying her. I'll kill to keep you. You're the only thing in the world I want.

Samson: [to Tubal] Hold this fork-tongued adder before I put a heel on her.

Delilah: If you crush the life out of me I'd kiss you with my dying breath!

Samson: [to Tubal] And you want me to marry this wild cat?

[Samson has chosen Semadar over Delilah as his bride]

Delilah: I hate him.

Tubal: Because he's a Danite?

Delilah: Because he's a fool!

Tubal: Most men are, Delilah. There's nothing you can do about it.

[leaves]

Delilah: [smiles craftily] Sometimes a bee can move an ox.

Tubal: Your rich gifts rob me of words, Ahtur.

Prince Ahtur: They'll rob you of a daughter, Tubal, and enrich me with a wife.

Tubal: Good evening little maids. My name is simply Tubal, simple as a a folk tune.

Sofia Garp: One can sense Mr. Tubal's supernatural powers.

Tubal: Yes, indeed.

Sofia Garp: It's a wonderful gift.

Tubal: But heavy and hard to bear, Sofia.

Sofia Garp: Gracious, Mr. Tubal! It makes one hot under the corset, yet cool at the same time.

Sara Lindqvist: Quiet. He's predicting the future.

Tubal: Quiet, quiet, quiet. I see a light. Now it's been put out. It's dark. I hear sweet words of love. No, I can't repeat them. My sense of decency forbids me. A young man rides at full gallop. It's beautiful. Sara, my child, before you go celebrate your feast of love, take a few drops of our love potion. Your delight will be multiplied sevenfold. It's a gift from Venus Aphrodite. Tubal is but her humble messenger.

Tubal: We're out of love potion. What now?

Granny Vogler: Take this one, for colic and bunions. What matters is how the bottle looks and how the potion tastes.

Tubal: Venus Aphrodite touches their hearts with her fingertips and sets the devil loose!

Tubal: [the magician Vogler and his entourage have been detained at Consul Egerman's residence for an informal questioning before they will be allowed to perform their act in the town] All of you keep quiet. I'll do the talking.

Tubal: [goes and sits down by Granny Vogler] I must especially ask Granny to keep her trap shut. And another thing: Granny can make things jump around. Granny knows what I mean. Tables go flying, chairs fall over, lights go out. We all know Granny's tricks, but be good and behave... for all our sakes.

Granny Vogler: Yes, I understand... perhaps.

Tubal: God, this woman makes me nervous. Remember what you did in Ostend?

Granny Vogler: No, I don't believe I do.

Tubal: Granny's tricks are out of date. They're not amusing, and they can't be explained. Granny ought to be dead.

Granny Vogler: [chuckling] Ah, those were merry times in Ostend.

Tubal: I was thrown in the clink, Vogler was fined, and Granny was flogged in the town square. Yes, those were merry times in Ostend!

Police Superintendant Starbeck: Dr. Vogler, in our town's chronicles you advertised a performance promising all manner of thrills: "Sensational marvels never seen before. Magical acts derived from the philosophies of the Orient. Health-giving magnets, and spine-tingling thrills for the senses." Is that your announcement?

Tubal: [cutting in before Vogler can respond] Sir, these ostentatious formulations, offensive to any educated mind, are not the work of Dr. Vogler's hand.

Dr. Vergerus, Minister of Health: We'd be grateful if the doctor himself would answer the question.

Tubal: Mr. Vogler is deprived of the gift of speech. He is mute, gentlemen.

Tubal: Yes, other men have ill luck too. Antonio, as I heard in Genoa...

Shylock: What, what, what? ill luck, ill luck?

Tubal: ...hath an argosy cast away, coming from Tripolis.

Shylock: I thank God! I thank God!