–Good luck.
–Same to you.
A thousand men, say, go searchin’ for gold. After six months, one of them’s lucky: one out of a thousand. His find represents not only his own labor, but that of nine hundred and ninety-nine others to boot. That’s six thousand months, five hundred years, scramblin’ over a mountain, goin’ hungry and thirsty. An ounce of gold, mister, is worth what it is because of the human labor that went into the findin’ and the gettin’ of it.
Ah, as long as there’s no find, the noble brotherhood will last but when the piles of gold begin to grow… that’s when the trouble starts.
Answer me this one, will you? Why’s gold worth some twenty bucks per ounce?
Badges? Badges? We don’t need no stinkin badges.
Badges? We ain’t got no badges! We don’t need no badges! I don’t have to show you any stinking badges!
Bye, mountain. Thanks.
Conscience. What a thing. If you believe you got a conscience it’ll pester you to death. But if you don’t believe you got one, what could it do t’ya? Makes me sick, all this talking and fussing about nonsense
Fred C. Dobbs doesn’t say nuthin’ he don’t mean.
Gold don’t carry any curse with it. It all depends on whether or not the guy who finds it is the right guy. The way I see it, gold can be as much of a blessing as a curse.
Gold in itself ain’t good for nothing, except for making jewelry and gold teeth.
He must be part goat…Look at him go, will you.
I know what gold does to men’s souls.
I’ll tell you what, I’ll make you a little bet. Three times 35 is, er, 105. I’ll bet you $105,000 you go to sleep before I do.
Laugh, Curtin, old boy!
Laugh, my boy, laugh!
Nobody gets the best of Fred C. Dobbs
Reckon it’s a bad sign when a guy starts talking to himself.
Say, mister. Will you stake a fellow American to a meal?
That ain’t gold?
The gold has gone back to where we got it!
This is the country where the nuggets of gold are just crying out for you to take them out of the ground and make ’em shine in coins on the fingers and necks of swell dames.
We’ve wounded this mountain. It’s our duty to close her wounds. It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude for all the wealth she’s given us. If you guys don’t want to help me, I’ll do it alone
what a dirty, filthy mind you got
Why am I elected to go to the village? Why me instead of you and Curtin? Oh, don’t think I don’t see through that. You two’ve thrown in against me. The two days I’d be gone would give you plenty of time to discover where my goods are, wouldn’t it?
You know, if I was a native, I’d get me a can of shoe polish and I’d be in business. They’d never let a gringo. You can sit on a bench ’til you’re three-quarters starved… you can beg from another gringo… you can even commit burglary. You try shinin’ shoes in the street, peddlin’ lemonade out of a bucket, and your hash is settled. You’ll never get another job from an American.
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