Samson and Delilah, 1949:
Haisham: [to Delilah] The trouble you brew today, you'll drink tomorrow.
Samson: You came to this house as wedding guests. Fire and death are your gifts to my bride. For all that I do against you now, I shall be blameless. I'll give you back fire for fire, and death for death!
Saran of Gaza: Tell this council the weapon used against you. Well, tell them. Speak.
Prince Ahtur: [hesitates] The jawbone of an ass.
Delilah: [being tormented by the Saran's words that she "cannot undo" her betrayal of Samson, his subsequent blinding, and his bondage of grinding grain in the gristmill] I can! I can! Round and round, day after day, month after month. He never stops! I'm being crushed like the grain beneath the stone. This night must end sometime. O God of Samson, help me. He said you are everywhere. That you are almighty. Hear me. Give back the light to his eyes. Take my sight for his. O god of Samson... Help me.
Delilah: I cannot fight against his god. But no woman will take him from me.
Delilah: No man leaves Delilah.
Samson: Your arms were quicksand. Your kiss was death. The name Delilah will be an everlasting curse on the lips of men.