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: This is Jacksonville, Clench. U.S.A. We sail with the tide. Clenchfield
: All Americans think that. They think the tide flows forever for them. But mark, me, Logan... gold veins run out, crops fail, men starve, wars come. Logan Stuart
: And businesses fail... until we get a new deck and deal again.
: What do you have against me? Logan Stuart
: You ought to know. Honey Bragg
: You're talking in riddles, Logan. What's in your mind? Logan Stuart
: A picture of tree - with you swingin' from it.
: There was a lot of good in George. Johnny Steele
: He sure panned out no color. Logan Stuart
: There's a thin margin, Johnny, between what could be and what is. Johnny Steele
: Yeah. It was thin for you last night. We were a mind to hang ya. Logan Stuart
: You see how thin the margin is.
: George, when is this girl going to marry you? George Camrose
: I doubt if she knows hereself, Logan. When are you taking me, Lucy? Lucy Overmire
: George, do you like poetry? George Camrose
: Must I like poetry to be your husband? Lucy Overmire
: We'll be married when the leaves fall. George Camrose
: You see, Logan, she strings me up and lets me swing. You mean the maple leaves that fall early, or the pine needles that never fall at all?
: Do you make it a habit of spying on people? Hi Linnet
: No, but I got a habit of observing people. Logan Stuart
: Is that all you have to do? Hi Linnet
: Well, Logan, you got a big store and no time. And I got a little store and lots of time.
: It's a thin margin, Johnny, between what could be and is.
: Gold is only yellow gravel, Cornelius. Man
] But the yellow color makes all the difference. Logan Stuart
: Butter's yellow too and you can spread it on bread.
: A man can choose his own gods, Cornelius. What are your gods?