Ralph Richardson: Ulrich
Valerian : Are you afraid of dragons?
Ulrich : [confidently and calmly] No. In fact, if it weren't for sorcerers, there wouldn't be any dragons. Once, the skies were dotted with them. Magnificent horned backs, leathern wings... soaring... and their hot-breathed wind. Oh, I know this creature of yours... Vermithrax Pejorative. Look at these scales, these ridges. When a dragon gets this old, it knows nothing but pain, constant pain. It grows decrepit... crippled... pitiful. Spiteful!
Galen : You're back! I thank the powers that made me!
Ulrich : Glad to see you, too. You didn't bring along anything to eat, by any chance?
Galen : Food?
Ulrich : But, come along, there's much to do.
Galen : No, please! I thought I was a sorcerer, I'm not. I thought I had power, I don't. You said to be strong. I wasn't!
Ulrich : But you were, my boy, you were. And you'll be stronger yet.