- Prince: [to the King] Hey, the next time you want to win your daughter back, you could try giving her a pony. The apocalypse doesn't really cut it.
- Elika: Why are you following me?
- The Prince: I'm not, I'm looking for...
- Elika: Farah, I heard you yelling. You and your girlfriend should get out of here.
- The Prince: Girlfriend? Farah's not my girlfriend. She's my donkey.
- Narrator: The wind is free, but the sand goes where it is blown. Unaware of the world around it. Whirling on the breath of the Gods, at the mercy of the storm that engulfs it. What is one grain of sand in the desert? One grain amongst the storm?
- The Mourning King: Elika!
- [pleading]
- The Mourning King: Please! I did this for you. The task of our people is past. The tree grows weak.
- Elika: Are those your words, or Ahriman's?
- The Mourning King: Where was Ormazd when your mother was taken from us? Where was he in your hour of need? Elika! I am your father! I am your king!