Narrator:
"[first lines] Legend has it, in the mystic land of Prydain, there was once a king so cruel and so evil, that even the Gods feared him. Since no prison could hold him, he was thrown alive into a crucible of molten iron."
Narrator:
"There his demonic spirit was captured in the form of a great, Black Cauldron. For uncounted centuries, the Black Cauldron lay hidden, waiting, while evil men searched for it, knowing whoever possessed it would have the power to resurrect an army of deathless warriors... and with them, rule the world..."
Gurgi:
"No, master. Not go into evil cauldron."
Taran:
"If I don't, we're all lost. Out of my way."
Gurgi:
"Gurgi not let his friend die. Taran has many friends. Gurgi has no friends."
Taran:
"No, Gurgi! Don't jump! No! [Gurgi jumps into Cauldron] No!"
Taran:
"What does a girl know about swords, anyway?"
Eilonwy:
""Girl"? "Girl"? If it wasn't for this *girl*, you would still be in the Horned King's dungeon."
Eilonwy:
"Aren't you charming?"
Gurgi:
"And pungent, too."
Gurgi:
"If great lord go into evil castle, poor Gurgi will never see his friend again. Nope. Never."
Eilonwy:
"I'm Princess Eilonwy. Are you a lord, or a warrior?"
Taran:
"Uh, no. Uh... I-I-I'm an assistant pig keeper."
Eilonwy:
"Oh, what a pity. I was so hoping for someone who could help me escape. Oh, well, if you want to come with me, you may."
Gurgi:
"Oh, poor miserable Gurgi deserves fierce smackings and whackings on his poor, tender head. Always left with no munchings and crunchings."
Dallben:
"So Much So Soon, To Rest On His Young Shoulders."