Conan The Barbarian (1982)
Conan's Father: "Fire and wind come from the sky, from the gods of the sky. But Crom is your god. Grom, and he lives in the earth. Once giants lived in the earth, Conan, and in the darkness of chaos they fooled Crom and took from him the secret of steel. Crom was angered, and the earth shook. Fire and wind struck down these giants, and cast their bodies into the waters. But in their rage, the gods forgot the secret of steel and left it on the battlefield. And it's we who found it. Oh, just men. Not giants, not gods, just men. The secret of steel has always had with it a mystery. You must learn its riddle, Conan. You must master its discipline. For nothing, nothing in this world can you trust. Not men, not women, not beasts. This you can trust."
Thulsa Doom: "I wish to speak with you now. Where is The Eye Of The Serpent? Rexor tells me you gave it to a girl. Probably for a mere nights pleasure. People have no grasp of what they do. You broke into my house. Stole my property. Murdered my servants, and my pets. And that is what greaves me the most! You killed my snake. Thorgrym is beside himself with grief. He raised that snake, from the day it was born!"
"You killed my mother! You killed my father! You killed my PEOPLE! You took my father's sword!"
"Ah! That must have been when I was younger. There was a time, boy, when I searched for steel. When steel meant more to me than gold or jewels."
"The riddle . . . of steel."
"Yes. You know what it is, don't you boy? Shall I tell you? It's the least I can do. Steel isn't strong, boy. Flesh is stronger! Take a look around you. There, on the rocks. That beautiful girl. Come! Come to me my child!" (She leaps to her death) "That is strength, boy! That is power! The strength and the power of flesh! What is steel compared to the hand that wields it? Look at the strength of your body. The desire in your heart. I gave you this! Such a waste. Contimplate this on the Tree Of Woe. Cricify him."
Conan: "Crom. I have never prayed to you before. I have no time for it. No one, not even you will remember, if we were good men or bad. Why we fought, or why we died. No, all that matters is that two stood against many. Valour pleases you Crom. So grant me one request. Grant me revenge! And if you do not listen? Then the hell with you!"
