Lady Jessica: I know she has come to test him. No man has ever survived being tested with the box. Tonight I may lose my son.
Feyd-Rautha: Why are you going to prolong the inevitable? I will kill you!
Reverend Mother Ramallo: We are the secret of the universe. We are the secret. We know of CHOAM in the universe, Combine Honnete Ober Advancer Mercantiles, controlled by the Emperor Shaddam IV and all the great housses of the Landsraad. We know of CHOAM, yet we are the secret. We know of the Bene Gesserit sisterhood, their selective breeding plan for 90 generations to produce the
Kwisatz Haderach, whom they will control. The one they call the witches, yet we are the secret. We know of the Guild and the navigators' power to fold space and their control over all interplanetary travel. We know they have the seeing eye, yet we are the secret. The Bakka shall weep no more for there is now at work a higher power.
Reverend Mother Mohiam: Jessica you were told to bear only daughters to the Atreides.
[Jessica ignores her, lost in thought]
Reverend Mother Mohiam: Jessica!
Lady Jessica: It meant so much to him.
Reverend Mother Mohiam: You thought only of a Duke's desire for a son? Desires don't come into this. An
Atreides daughter could have been wed to a Harkonnen heir and sealed the breech. We may lose both bloodlines now.
Lady Jessica: I vowed never to regret my decision. I'll pay for all my own mistakes.
Reverend Mother Mohiam: And your son will pay with you.
Baron Harkonnen: You wish to join your wife, is that it, traitor?
Dr. Wellington Yueh: She lives?
Baron Harkonnen: You wish to join her? So, join her!
Piter De Vries: [stabs Yueh in the back]
Dr. Wellington Yueh: You think you have won? You think I don't know what I gained for my wife?
[dies]
Baron Harkonnen: Take him away.
Paul: The Harkonnens are our enemy. Yes. But, behind them I suspect is the Emperor.
Thufir Hawat: You will make a formidable Duke!
The Baron's Doctor: [treating Baron Harkonnen] Put the pick in there, Pete, and turn it 'round real neat.
Paul: Is it true, that the sand can blow at seven hundred kilometers per hour?
Dr. Wellington Yueh: It can render flesh to dust in minutes. And these dry winds can generate tremendous static electricity in the atmosphere. Our body shields won't have enough power to operate in the open air on Arrakis.
Baron Harkonnen: What does Leto say, Piter?
Piter De Vries: Vendetta, he says, using the ancient tongue. The art of kanly is still alive in the Universe. He does not wish to meet or speak with you.
Baron Harkonnen: I made my peace gesture. The forms of kanly have been obeyed!