Gold Hat: Badges? We ain't got no badges. We don't need no badges. I don't have to show you any stinking badges.
Dobbs: You're sure he was trailin' you are ya? Bob Curtin: Absolutely. Dobbs: How come? Bob Curtin: Cuz there he is.
Fred C. Dobbs: I think I'll go to sleep and dream about piles of gold getting bigger and bigger and bigger.
[Howard eats, while Dobbs and Curtin snooze] Howard: Hey you fellas, how 'bout some beans? You want some beans? Goin' through some mighty rough country tomorrow, you'd better have some beans.
Fred C. Dobbs: Say, mister. Will you stake a fellow American to a meal? American in Tampico in white suit: Such impudence never came my way. Early this afternoon I gave you money... while I was having my shoes polished I gave you MORE money... now yo...
Howard: 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. Bob Curtin: You talk about that mountain li...
Howard: I know what gold does to men's souls.
Howard: 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.
Bob Curtin: You know, the worst ain't so bad when it finally happens. Not half as bad as you figure it'll be before it's happened.
Dobbs: 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: 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.
Howard: Now here's where we're bound for, hereabouts. Don't show properly whether there's mountains, swamp, or desert. That shows the makers of the map themselves don't know for sure. Once on the ground, all we gotta do is open our eyes and look arou...
Fred C. Dobbs: Hey, if there was gold in them mountains, how long would it have been there? Millions and millions of years, wouldn't it? What's our hurry? A couple of days, more or less, ain't gonna make a difference.
Bob Curtin: Remember what you said back in Tampico about having to carry that old man on our backs? Fred C. Dobbs: That was when I took him for an ordinary human being, not part goat.
[last lines] Howard: Well, goodbye Curtin. Bob Curtin: Goodbye, Howard. Howard: Good luck. Bob Curtin: Same to you.
Dobbs: Can you help a fellow American down on his luck?
Dobbs: Nobody puts one over on Fred C. Dobbs.
Dobbs: Let's see, three times 35 - is a hundred and five. I'll bet you 105,000 dollars that you go to sleep before I do.
