The 13th Warrior

Skeld the Superstitious: Blowhards, the both of you. She probably was some smoke-colored camp girl. [points to Ahmed] Looked like that one's mother. [laughter] Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: [calmly] 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. Herger the Joyous: How? How did you learn our language? Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: I listened!

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Buliwyf: You can draw sounds? Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: "Draw sounds"? [realizing] Yes, I can draw sounds... and I can speak them back. Buliwyf: Show me. Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: [writing in the dirt] "There is only one God, and Mohammad is his prophet".

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Buliwyf: Arab! Speak what I draw! [writes in the sand] Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: "There is only one God, and Mohammad [corrects Buliwyf's writing] is his prophet.

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Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: [Ahmed is given a Viking sword] I cannot lift this. Herger the Joyous: Grow stronger!

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Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: [Olga is cleaning his wound] Ow! Olga: You complain much. Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: (more quietly) Ow. Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: What is that? Olga: Cow urine. Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: Cow urine? Olga: Boiled down. Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: No, no. Don't put that filth on me. Water, clean water. Olga: As you wish. Tomorrow the pus will run, and you'll have a fever. [Ahmed relents and lets her put it on]

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Weath the Musician: Give an Arab a sword, he makes a knife! Ahmed Ibn Fadlan: [chops a stake with a single stroke] It works. Weath the Musician: [Not even blinking] When you die, can I give that to me daughter?

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