The Horned King: I presume, my boy, you are the keeper of this oracular pig.
The Horned King: Oh, my soldiers... Soon the Black Cauldron will be mine. Its evil power will course through my veins, and I shall make you Cauldron Born... Yes, yes, oh yes! Then you will worship ME! Me... Oh, my soldiers... How long I have thirsted to be a god among mortal men.
The Horned King: My, what a brave, handsome group. A pig keeper, a scullery maid, and a broken-down minstrel. Perhaps it would interest you to see what fate has in store for you.
Taran: For your sake, you'd better be telling the truth.
Gurgi: Gurgi not lie. Not this time.
Creeper: Oh, I'm sorry. I've ignored you. You did come for the Black Cauldron, didn't you? Good. Then climb in! It will only cost you your life.
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: Oh, Taran, I'm afraid it'll soon be over for us.
Taran: I hadn't planned it to end like this, Eilonwy.
Fflewddur Fflam: Oh, I wish I'd stayed a toad.