The Wind and the Lion
1975
Raisuli: This is the Rif. I am Mulay Ahmed Muhamed Raisuli the Magnificent, sherif of the Riffian Berbers. I am the true defender of the faithful and the blood of the prophet runs in me and I am but a servant of his will. You have nothing to say? Eden: It is not my intention to encourage braggers. Raisuli: Your shell is strong like a turtle's, but brittle. Eden: Your tongue is clever and fast. Be careful not to trip over it. Raisuli: You are a great deal of trouble.
Eden: Why would anyone want to cut out a man's tongue? Raisuli: Perhaps the previous owner had nothing pleasant to say.
Raisuli: I am Raisuli. Do not laugh at me again.
Raisuli: Ignorance is a steep hill with perilous rocks at the bottom.
Raisuli: It is the wind that passes but the sea remains.
Raisuli: The lion takes long strides but the path is worn smooth by pygmy armies.
Sherif of Wazan: Great Raisuli, we have lost everything. All is drifting on the wind as you said. We have lost everything. Raisuli: Sherif, is there not one thing in your life that is worth losing everything for?
John Hay: Theodore! You are dangerous. You might even shoot somebody - accidentally I mean. Theodore Roosevelt: John, I'd never shoot anyone accidentally. I need their votes. John Hay: Madness!
Raisuli: To Theodore Roosevelt -- you are like the Wind and I like the Lion. You form the Tempest. The sand stings my eyes and the Ground is parched. I roar in defiance but you do not hear. But between us there is a difference. I, like the lion, must remain in my place. While you like the wind will never know yours. - Mulay Hamid El Raisuli, Lord of the Riff, Sultan to the Berbers, Last of the Barbary Pirates.