Sheik Amar:
Come on!
Dastan:
Ostrich racing?
Sheik Amar:
Every Tuesday
and Thursday.
Whatever they
lack in beauty, they make up for it in… fighting spirit.
And the races
are easy to fix.
Dastan:
I've heard all
these terrible stories of this place.
Sheik Amar:
The
bloodthirsty slaves, murdering their masters?
That's a good
story, it's well told, ever evolving, yeah, but alas untrue.
Dastan:
But the
skeletons that we saw...
Sheik Amar:
Ah, I bought
those from a gypsy in Bukhara.
I crafted our
lurid reputation, in order to fend off the most insidious evil, that's been
lurking this forsaken country of ours.
You know what
I'm talkin' about? Taxes.
Dirty Persians,
their armies, their fortresses, their roads, who pays for it all, eh? The small
businessmen.
You see, that's
why I started a little campaign, to spread some false notoriety. I spread it
like a venerable disease in a Turkish harem.
Sheik Amar:
Behold the
mighty ostrich! Come on, my beauty!
I love this!
And the tax
collectors stay clear of me, and my customers, everybody's happy.
Hey! Get the
girls on! Get the girls on, come on. Crowd control!
Don't you stand
there! Run, don't walk!
Hey, you drop
anything, you pay for it! It's out of your wages.
Don't look at
me like that, you know what I'm talkin' about!
Do your job,
crowd control. Thank you!
You know, I think
our little arrange is going to work out very well, young man.
Tamina:
Ah! Don't
touch!
Sheik Amar:
Oh, ho, ho!
She's a lively one! Where did you find her?
Dastan:
In the slave
market to Lurs I was headed to Avrat.
I traded her
for a camel, when she attacked me!
Sheik Amar:
The camels are
safer.
Dastan:
Noble, Sheik
Amar. I appreciate your hospitality, you run a fine establishment. But if you
could give me the supply...
Sheik Amar:
You know
something, Persian?
You bear a
remarkable resemblance to the disgrace prince, who fled after murdering the
king.
Have I told you
about the M'Baka?
Dastan:
Yes, you have.
Sheik Amar:
Eh, nothing
beats a good story. Eh, but yours however, trading her for a camel? Please. I
mean look at her. She's worth at least, two.
And as for you,
young man, did you know your brothers offered rewards for you, it's quite
frankly, between you and me, borders on the obscene. I’ll trade my own mother
for that kind of gold.
What? You
didn't know what she was like?
Take him down
to the Persian outpost.
Dastan:
Wait, wait,
wait. Look, that...
Seso:
Nice knife.
Dastan:
It's nothing. That's
worthless.
Sheik Amar:
Really? Melt it
down for the jewels.
What's the boy
doing?!
No, no, you
might kill a bird!
Tamina:
Hey, over here!
Dastan:
I wouldn't do
that, if I were you!
Tamina:
Get to the
tunnel!
Sheik Amar:
Look at this!
That's it.
No more
fermented goat's milk after the third race, do you hear me? Get off, come on!
Dastan:
The gate!
Soldier:
Get him!
Stop!
Dastan:
Lift the lever,
it opens the gate!
Tamina:
Give me the
Dagger!
Dastan:
This is not the
time, lift that lever!
Tamina:
Give me the
Dagger!
Dastan:
Don't think it
didn't cross my mind.
Move, princess!
Tamina:
Dastan!
Sheik Amar:
Persian!
Dastan:
Looking for
this? Ooops.
Sheik Amar:
Next time,
you...!
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