- Title card: The night was young at Cafe Maure. Not a knife had been thrown - so far.
- Ghabah: My young lion. Your people would gladly pay ten thousand francs to look at your handsome face again.
- Ahmed, the Sheik's Son: [the Sheik picks up a thick bar of iron and bends it into a u] I will bend you to my will, as I bend this bar of iron.
- [the son straightens the bar back out]
- Ramadan: Allah curse all dancing-girls. Their hips full of abandon, make young men full of nonsense!
- Ahmed, the Sheik's Son: What have you done with Yasmin?
- Ghabah: You fool - to believe she loved you! She was our bait to lure you on, as she has lured many another.
- Ghabah: [the little man is comically hanging by his shirt from a tree limb] What are you doing there, Son of An Owl?
- Mountebank: Nay, my mother was no owl... only a little cuckoo!
- Yasmin: I hate you! I will hate you with my dying breath!
- Ahmed, the Sheik's Son: [Ponders her words for a moment] That is the first truthful thing you've said.
- The Sheik's father: You dare to bring a woman to the camp when I have selected a bride for you?
- Ahmed, the Sheik's Son: I am sorry, but when the time comes, I'll select my own bride. Like father, like son. My future is my own.
- Ahmed, the Sheik's Son: Yasmin, Yasmin, my beloved. Can you ever forgive...?
- Yasmin: I tried to hate you, beloved, but - my heart has always been yours!
- Title card: [First lines] Not East of Suez - but South of Algiers.
- Title card: A camp of outcasts in the desert night. / Andre, renegade Frenchman, leader of a vagrant troupe - entertainers by profession, thieves by preference. / Ghabah, The Moor, whose crimes outnumber the sands.
- Yasmin: If my lord ever returns, he might find me in the old ruins. I love to wander there in the moonlight - - alone.
- Yasmin: But who are you, my Lord? I do not even know your name!
- Ahmed, the Sheik's Son: I am he who loves you - - is that not name enough?
- Clara: I hope the desert is as romantic as it has been pictured. I am mad to see it.
- Title card: The Sheik - English born, Sahara bred - undisputed ruler in this sea of sand.
- Ramadan: All the beauties of the Arabian Nights - - passing unveiled - - couldn't get a look from me!