(Day 9)
Fred C. Dobbs: "If you're plannin' on smokin' them
cigars, you'll need matches. Where's your matches...? Let's see 'em."
Gold Hat: "Matches...? We ain't got no
matches. We don't need no matches. I don't have to show you no stinkin'
matches."
(Day 736)
Fred C. Dobbs: "If you're as poor as you claim, your
serapes should be full o' patches. Where's your patches...? Let's see 'em.
Gold Hat: "Patches...? We ain't got no
patches. We don't need no patches...
(Day 82,054)
Fred C. Dobbs: "If you'd just come from Ash Wednesday
services, your foreheads would be smudged with ashes. Where's your ashes...?
Let's see 'em."
Gold Hat: "Ashes...? We ain't got no
ashes…
(Day 9,998,976,003)
Fred C. Dobbs: "If your compadres were actual members of
the Italian Socialist Party, they'd be Fascists. Where's your Fascists...?
Let's see 'em.”
Gold Hat: "Fascists...?”
(Day 6,392,875,620,395,847)
Fred C. Dobbs: "If you keep insistin' on sashayin'
around in them skimpy two-piece bathin' suits, you'll need pageants. Where's
your pageants...? Let's see 'em...
Gold Hat: “…”
(Day 83,492,736,574,839,283,759,293)
Fred C. Dobbs: "If you're really Muslims you’ll need
hajjes. Where's your hajjes...?"
(Day 736)
(Day 82,054)
(Day 9,998,976,003)
(Day 6,392,875,620,395,847)
(Day 83,492,736,574,839,283,759,293)