Dragonheart

Gilbert: My humble life is indebt to your exalted prowess, your dauntless courage, and your superb, swift sword! Bowen: You have the poet's gift of exaggeration. Gilbert: Oh, sir, you should read my histories.

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Draco: Why must you knight errants, out to make a name for yourselves, always pick on us dragons? Bowen: I don't need a name! And I've got a collection of my own! Draco: [snorts in disgust] You're one who kills dragons for money. Bowen: It's honest enough work! One must earn a living! Draco: Oh yes, one must live. 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!

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Bowen: What does a dragon know of the Old Code, anyway? Draco: His blade defends the helpless. His might upholds the weak. His word speaks only truth. Bowen: Shut up. I remember. That's all it is, a memory. Nothing can bring it back. Draco: You sound like one who tried. Bowen: And failed. So 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 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.

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Draco: (notices the dragon teeth attached to Bowen's shield) You must have hated us very much. Bowen: I hated one of you. These I killed because I wanted to kill him. But I never found him. And I never will; if you're the last, he must be dead. Draco: (smiling awkwardly) Oh, yes. Tell me - what was he like, this, uh, dragon that you hated? Bowen: He only had half a heart. But even that was enough to pollute an innocent boy. Draco: (suddenly angry) Einon was no innocent! He polluted the heart! Bowen: How do you know that?! How do you know that, dragon? Draco: (scratches his head evasively) All dragons know that story! What was to be their hope became their doom! A spoiled, ungrateful child was given a great gift and destroyed it! Bowen: No! I knew Einon. I was his teacher. I taught him the ways of honor, of right. Draco: Then he betrayed you, just as he betrayed the dragon whose heart he broke. Bowen: That's a lie, dragon! Draco: STOP CALLING ME "DRAGON"! I have a name! Bowen: (after a

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Draco: Have you been watching over me all night? Bowen: I've been thinking. Draco: Yes? About what? Bowen: Many things. Mostly about what to call you. I think I've found you a name. Draco: You say that as though you reached up and plucked it from the sky. Bowen: I did. Up there. Do you see that group of stars? (points at the Draco constellation) Draco: I know those stars very well. Bowen: Do you see the shape that they make? Draco: Mm-hmm, a dragon. Bowen: Yes. They call it Draco. It means "dragon" in the scholars' speech. Draco: (chuckling) So instead of calling me "dragon" in your tongue, you'll call me "dragon" in some other tongue? Bowen: You're right, it's silly. Draco: No! No, I would be honored to be named after those stars. I... I truly would. Thank you, Bowen. "Draco"...

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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: (sarcastically) 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 Eglamore, hypocrite! Draco: I merely chewed in self-defense, but I never swallowed. Bowen: Improvise! Draco: All right, all right!

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