George Kennedy: Ryderbeit

The Pink Jungle

Ryderbeit

Sammy Ryderbeit: [entering Morris' car, holding a machine gun] Now, don't panic, men. I'm just hitchin' a ride. Rolled my car over on a back road.
Ben Morris: Did you ever think of using a thumb?
Sammy Ryderbeit: No, it's more dramatic this way. Also, it works better. Alright, you're cleared for takeoff, skipper.
Ben Morris: Uh, would you mind taking that gun out of the back of my head?
Sammy Ryderbeit: Oh. Sure. Forgot I had it. Guns make you nervous?
[Morris takes off at high speed]
Sammy Ryderbeit: I see what you mean. Your hairdo would've been all over the front of your shirt.

Sammy Ryderbeit: [after being kicked off his mule] Alright, mule. That the best you can kick? I'm gonna boot you all the way to Chile.

Ben Morris: Hey, hold up a minute. Sammy, where'd you put the ChapStick?
Sammy Ryderbeit: I forgot to get any.
Ben Morris: Over $2,000 for this fouled up expedition and you couldn't even buy a 35-cent ChapStick? Whadda we do now?
Sammy Ryderbeit: Stop smilin' so much.

Sammy Ryderbeit: [handing Alison a broken bottle of whisky to drink] Here, honey.
Alison Duguesne: It's full of broken glass.
Sammy Ryderbeit: Well, strain it through your teeth. Are you a dude, or somethin'?

Sammy Ryderbeit: [after shooting McCune] Think I'd put up with all that lip for nothin'. Could've killed him days ago.

Sammy Ryderbeit: How much you figure was in the knapsack?
Dennis McCune (incorrectly given in credits as 'Crowley'): Twenty pounds, at least.
Sammy Ryderbeit: You don't even know what he's talkin' about, do you? Diamonds measured in pounds. Diamonds are weighed by the *karat*. Five karats make a gram. Twenty-eight grams make an ounce. Five times... twenty-eight times... sixteen.
Ben Morris: Why, that's - that's something over... two thousand karats to the pound!

Alison Duguesne: And there are three of us.
Sammy Ryderbeit: There's six of us. There's two of you, and there's four of me. I used to put on shootin' exhibitions.
Ben Morris: Was that before or after you were a mercenary in the Congo, an IDB, an ivory hunter, and a major in the Peruvian air force?

Sammy Ryderbeit: I'm gonna get ahold of him, and the first thing I'm gonna do is dry shave that beard off, face down in the ground!

Alison Duguesne: He turned out to be predictable, after all.
Ben Morris: [sees Sammy returning] Well, not quite.
Sammy Ryderbeit: You ever tell anybody I was this big a jerk, and I'll kill you.

Sammy Ryderbeit: Now that was nice goin'. Bluffin' him with an empty gun.
Ben Morris: What do you mean, bluffing?
Sammy Ryderbeit: I can count, can't I? You were out of shells.
Ben Morris: [removes his last bullet, which is only a tube of lipstick] With Passion's Plaything, you always get your man. I photographed the original layout.

Sammy Ryderbeit: Doll, we're gonna buy that yacht, and they can trail us around the world by empty champagne bottles.
Alison Duguesne: I appreciate it, Sammy, but I'm afraid not.
Sammy Ryderbeit: Now you can't mean that! You owe it to yourself! I'm colorful, I'm lovable... I'm all man.
Alison Duguesne: I know, I know. But I always had this crazy desire to live till thirty.

Sammy Ryderbeit: Insect repellent, soap, six cartons of cigarettes, two cases of Scotch whisky, and two hundred cigars. And there it is, from mules to eyeliner. Two thousand, three hundred and sixty-four dollars. Shell out.

Ben Morris: Wait, wait a minute, Sammy. Uh, uh, you're - you're out of touch. Here - you - who - who uses money? See? There you are: a Diner's Club, American Express, uh, Bank Americard, Shell, Carte Blanche.
Benavides: Is good! Good! All good! See?
Sammy Ryderbeit: Now wait a minute. I promised him $500 to keep his mouth shut.
Benavides: Is alright! Is okay! Is good! Good!
[writes on the credit card invoice]
Benavides: Bribe: $500.
Ben Morris: There. You see?
Benavides: Sign here!

Sammy Ryderbeit: What's a nice girl like you doin' in a place like this?
Alison Duguesne: Looking for a lost diamond mine.
Sammy Ryderbeit: You got a map?
Ben Morris: Sure. Show it to him.
Sammy Ryderbeit: What'd you pay for this thing?
Ben Morris: Ten dollars.
Sammy Ryderbeit: Aw... You got stabbed. That version sells for $5 anywhere. Here, I'll show you somethin'. Catch that.
Alison Duguesne: What is this?
Sammy Ryderbeit: Now that's a diamond. It's industrial grade. And I know where you can pick up a million dollars' worth in an afternoon.
Ben Morris: You'd be a king in the used car business.

Sammy Ryderbeit: Now, listen. This is no corny con game. These diamonds are hidden to hell and gone back in the river bed. Back in the bush. They'll run 20% gem stones. I used to be an IDB before they made it too hot for me.
Ben Morris: A what?
Sammy Ryderbeit: An illegal diamond buyer. I told you I was from Joburg, didn't I? Look, you know what a pipe is?
Ben Morris: Sure, it's the word before "dream."
Sammy Ryderbeit: Ha ha. A diamond pipe is the matrix. It's blue...
Alison Duguesne: Watch it!

Sammy Ryderbeit: [hands Morris an open whisky bottle] Here, you can't drive on an empty stomach.

Ben Morris: You mean someone took that diamond hokum seriously?
Sammy Ryderbeit: Seriously? What do you think I stole that helicopter for? Do I look like some kind of a kleptomaniac? $500 to bribe that pilot, and then the damned thing crashed. So now we'll just use mules.