Barbarella

Singer: Barbarella, psychedella / There's a kind of cockle shell about you… Chorus: Barbarella, Bah-Barbarella…

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President: Barbarella? Barbarella: Mr. President! President: Love. Barbarella: Love. Barbarella: Just a moment — I'll slip something on. President: Don't trouble yourself. This is an affair of state.

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Barbarella: Why would anybody want to invent a weapon? President: How should I know? Barbarella: I mean, the universe has been pacified for centuries… sir. President: What we know of it. The trouble is, we don't know anything about Tau Ceti or its inhabitants. Barbarella: You mean they could still be living in a primitive state of neurotic irresponsibility? President: Precisely. Barbarella: Something must be done! President: Yes. And you are the girl who must do it. Barbarella: Why me?! President: Barbarella! I have no armies, or police… and I can't spare the Presidential Band. Besides, you're a five-star, double-rated astronavigatrix. Your mission, then. President: Find Durand Durand, and use all of your incomparable talents to preserve the security of the stars.

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Barbarella: I'm so grateful for what you've done, I hardly know how to begin to thank you. I'm positive I can get you some sort of recompense from my government. I mean, if— if there's anything you need, or that I can do, please tell me. Mark Hand: Well, you could let me… make love to you. Barbarella: "Make love", did you say? Mark Hand: Yes! Barbarella: What do you mean? You don't even know my psychocardiogram! Mark Hand: Eh? Barbarella: Well, on Earth, for centuries, people haven't made love unless their psychocardiogram readings were in perfect confluence. Barbarella: Do you have any pills? Mark Hand: Pills?! Barbarella: Oh, never mind. I have some here. Mark Hand: Uh, b-b-uh… what is this pill? Barbarella: It's an exaltation transference pellet, of course. Mark Hand: Hmm. I know nothing of this. Barbarella: I see. Well, on Earth, when our psychocardiogram readings are in perfect confluence, and we wish to "make love", as you call it, we take an exaltation transference pellet, and r

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Mark Hand: And now, Barbarella… don't you agree with me? That in some things, the old-fashioned ways are best after all? Barbarella: What? Oh, that. Yes, I must admit it was rather… interesting. Still, I see what they mean by saying it's distracting.

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Barbarella: I'm from the planet Earth. My name is Barbarella. Pygar: But you're soft and warm! We're told that Earth beings are cold. Barbarella: [slyly smiling] Not all of us.

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