Ray Walston: Kore

Galaxy of Terror

Kore

Ranger: Hey, wait a minute here. All the overrides are...
[one of the retro-cannon fires rocking the ship]
Kore: That's one of the retro-cannons.
Ranger: Retros? You can't fire those cannons planet side. It's a space-only weapon. They'll destroy us.

Cabren: I will find a way to kill you for what you've done.
Kore: Perhaps you will. But enough, Cabren. Why let your emotions rule now, after showing such admirable control of your fear? You already won the game.
Cabren: A game?
Kore: A children's game, Cabren. This pyramid is an ancient toy. A brilliant initiatory toy for the children of a vanished race, to see their deepest fears and to learn to control them.
Cabren: How can you know this?
Kore: This is where I became Master.
Cabren: Why did she have to die? Why did they all have to die? Damn you, why?
Kore: They could've lived, Cabren. They could have chosen as you have chosen. Until now.

Cabren: You wanted me to kill you and I have. I've killed the Master.
Kore: No. Only and old man. You cannot kill the power that is a Master.
Cabren: I will never do what you have done.
Kore: Too late. You are the Master.
Cabren: I can leave. Refuse.
Kore: And allow your planet to plunge into chaos? That, too, would be the effect of your power. But you would still be Master. That is who you are. You are the Master.

Ranger: It was my own fear that attacked me. Brought to life, somehow, by... by this place.
Cabren: I knew that wasn't Alluma I saw. There's no horror here we don't create ourselves. If that's true, it's finished.
Kore: Finished, Cabren? There has hardly been a beginning.