[As Barbarella is dragged off, the Great Tyrant lays out Pygar and sinuously crawls over him.] Great Tyrant : Tell me, my fancy, fuzzy freak — what do you think of, when you make love to Barbarella? Pygar : Make love? I do not understand. Great Tyrant : Don't be coy with me — you are in no position. If only you had one eye in your head... [In his "touching" style, he caresses her... features.] Great Tyrant : ... you would see what a delight I am! My face, my body — all my things are a delight! An exquisite delight. Pygar : What is it you want? Great Tyrant : I shall share my delights with you. You shall make love to me. Pygar : An angel does not make love. An angel is love. Great Tyrant : Then you're a dead duck . Guards! To the Mathmos with this winged fruitcake!

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