Beat the Devil (1953)
O'Hara: Time. Time. What is time? Swiss manufacture it. French hoard it. Italians squander it. Americans say it is money. Hindus say it does not exist. Do you know what I say? I say time is a crook.
Petersen: You mean Mrs. Chelm is an unqualified liar?
Billy Dannreuther: Well, let's say she uses her imagination rather than her memory.
Billy Dannreuther: The only thing standing between you and a watery grave is your wits, and that's not my idea of adequate protection.
Ahmed: Your demands are very great, under the circumstances.
Billy Dannreuther: Why shouldn't they be? Fat Gut's my best friend, and I will not betray him cheaply.
Purser: Do you know that your associates are all in hoosegow? Oh, not that I'm a bit surprised. I put them down as thoroughly bad characters, right off the bat. But then there are so many bad characters nowadays. Take mine, for instance.
Gwendolyn Chelm: Harry, we must beware of these men. They are desperate characters.
Harry Chelm: What makes you say that ?
Gwendolyn Chelm: Not one of them looked at my legs!
O'Hara: I give you my word, I feel to you like an older brother. Oh, it's not so much a difference of age. It's probably, yes, the reason is, because I come from a culture which is so much older than yours. In my country, a child of 6 years old is older in his heart than you'll be at, at 60.
Billy Dannreuther: It smokes, it drinks, it philosophizes... at this rate I'll be 60 before you get to the point.
Gwendolyn Chelm: You know, I've changed my mind about you being an evil doctor. You're off to keep a rendezvous someplace in Africa sacred to the tribesmen. You're going to found a new empire, and make yourself master of the riches of the world. But you need a beautiful blonde queen to impress the natives as, ah, the incarnation of the Queen of Sheba. That's why you're making a pass at me.
Billy Dannreuther: Am I?
Billy Dannreuther: Trouble with England, it's all pomp and no circumstance. You're very wise to get out of it, escape, while you can.
Billy Dannreuther: I've got to have money. Doctor's orders are that I must have a lot of money, otherwise I become dull, listless and have trouble with my complexion.
Gwendolyn Chelm: But you're not like that now, and you haven't any money.
Billy Dannreuther: It's my expectations that hold me together.
Ahmed: [to Dannreuther] I believe you must have Arab blood. Westerners are not usually so subtle.
Gwendolyn Chelm: I have a theory about you and your friends.
Billy Dannreuther: Correction - my associates.
Gwendolyn Chelm: As a matter of fact, I think you're doctors. Evil ones, I mean. You're going to the heart of the jungle where human life is cheap, to perform ghastly experiments which require the sacrifice of thousands on the altar of science.