Billy Dannreuther:
The only thing standing between you and a watery grave is your wits, and that's not my idea of adequate protection.
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.
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.
Petersen:
You mean Mrs. Chelm is an unqualified liar?
Billy Dannreuther:
Well, let's say she uses her imagination rather than her memory.
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!
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.
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.
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.
Ahmed:
Our country is in a state of unrest.
Petersen:
Oh, I am sorry!
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.
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