Michelle Pfeiffer: Eris

Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas

Eris

Sinbad: Well, well, well. This has got to be a little embarrassing for you, Eris.
Eris: [chuckles] Don't push your luck, Sinbad. You're cute. But not *that* cute.

Sinbad: And you are?
Eris: Eris, the goddess of discord. You may have seen my likeness on the temple walls.
Sinbad: You know, they don't do you justice.

Eris: Now we all know what happens if you get the Book of Peace. You return it to Syracuse and save Proteus. But if you don't get the Book, you have a choice to make. Either sail to paradise with the woman of your dreams, or return to Syracuse to die. You're either a thief or a hero. So here's my question: If you don't get the Book, will you go back to die?

[first lines]
Eris: Wake up, my beauties. Rise and shine. It's a brand new day and the mortal world is at peace, but not for long. Just look at them. I pull one tiny thread, and their whole world unravels into chaos. *Glorious* chaos.

Eris: Now. About my Sea Monster.
Sinbad: Right, right, listen, I'm sorry about that. I don't suppose a heartfelt apology would do.
Eris: [chuckles wryly] Heartfelt? From you? Sinbad! You don't have a heart.

[Sinbad and Marina have entered the Realm of Chaos]
Sinbad: [uneasy] OK. I'm severely creeped out.
Eris: [appears; clapping] Bravo. No mortal has ever made it to Tartarus before... alive, that is. Make yourself at home.
Sinbad: Thank you. Uh, nice place you got here.
Eris: Like it? I'm planning on doing the whole world this way.
Sinbad: Wow! That's a good plan. Well, I see you're busy, so listen. We'll just take the Book of Peace and get out of your way.
Eris: [chuckles] What makes you think *I* have it?
Sinbad: Uh, well, you framed me for the theft, so they would execute me.
Eris: You?
Sinbad: Yeah.
[Eris raises her eyebrows; Sinbad frowns]
Sinbad: No.
[releases]
Sinbad: Proteus! You knew he would take my place!
Eris: [chuckles and scratches a stone column, cracking it] What a clever little man you are.
Sinbad: You thought I'd run... then Proteus would die... and Syracuse would be--!
Eris: Left without the next rightful king and tumble into glorious chaos.

Eris: You're not thinking big enough, Sinbad. Steal the book for ransom and you can be rich enough to lounge on an island beach. Steal the book for me, and you can buy the beach. And the island. And the world.