Alison Duguesne Quotes in The Pink Jungle (1968)

Alison Duguesne: Uh! What's that?

Ben Morris: It looks like an atrocity commercial.

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'?

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?

Dennis McCune (incorrectly given in credits as 'Crowley'): [sarcastically, after watching the others shoot cans] Real hairy crowd. Now when you're all through playing games, how about some groceries?

Alison Duguesne: Gentlemen, I'm afraid dinner's shot.

Alison Duguesne: McCune will kill you if he gets a chance. You know that.

Ben Morris: Oh, I've got his gun. What can he do?

Alison Duguesne: I don't know. There's something so *deadly* about him. God knows Sammy's dangerous and unpredictable, but somehow different.

Ben Morris: Yeah, I know what you mean. If Sammy killed you, five minutes later he'd buy you a drink.

Alison Duguesne: Go on. Save yourself.

Sammy Ryderbeit: Well, what's the matter now?

Ben Morris: She needs rest.

Sammy Ryderbeit: Oh, why in hell do we have to be stuck with a woman?

Ben Morris: Well, you're not.

Sammy Ryderbeit: Go be a dead hero.

[walks off]

Alison Duguesne: Why don't you go with him?

Ben Morris: I'm an artist. I'm not supposed to be practical.

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: 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.

Alison Duguesne: Whose crazy idea was it to come here?

Ben Morris: Mine.

Alison Duguesne: Mister Morris, I'm a freelance model, and I get paid for working, not for waiting. I have to work in Paris in three days, and then in St. Moritz. Can't even come through Customs. Any other man would have...

Ben Morris: I'm an artist. I'm not supposed to be practical.

Alison Duguesne: Artist? Peering through a piece of glass?

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!

Alison Duguesne: I wouldn't have missed this for anything: intrigues, mysterious meetings, millions of diamonds...

Ben Morris: Yeah, a traditional setting, too. Oh, these things always take place in a shady nightclub. Madame Lobo will be a smoldering Latin in a tight evening gown.

Alison Duguesne: [looking at a drunken man sleeping] As the steamship ad says: Getting there is half the fun.

Ben Morris: [examines the man's liquor bottle] You can see what he was using for fuel.

Alison Duguesne: Oh, Ben, I'm so scared.

[hugs Ben]

Alison Duguesne: How do we get out of here?

Ben Morris: Oh, we'll think of something, but stay scared.

Dennis McCune (incorrectly given in credits as 'Crowley'): You can save that stuff till we hit the swamp. No insects here.

Alison Duguesne: I don't want to attract any.

Dennis McCune (incorrectly given in credits as 'Crowley'): A real sharp Shiela, ain't 'cha? I'm sure it's alright with you jokers if the bird nests with me.

Sammy Ryderbeit: Well, I'll be.

Ben Morris: Alright, smart aleck, where'd you learn that?

Alison Duguesne: Ha-ha! I've been winning ribbons at horse shows since I was six!

Sammy Ryderbeit: Doll, you are through markin' time! You have met me and now you can start to *live*! We're gonna *find* those diamonds and we're gonna buy a yacht and sail it all the way around the world!

Ben Morris: And you deserve each other. I hope you both will always be very seasick.

Alison Duguesne: Of course Stopes hasn't actually been to this fabulous valley of diamonds himself.

Ben Morris: But he has a map. Given to him by a dying man whose last words were "Millions! Millions!" And if we knew $2,000, we can see that map.

Ben Morris: And now, for Stopes.

Alison Duguesne: Eh, derelict Englishman, formerly an officer in the Coldstream Guards, cashiered for some scandal.

Ben Morris: Sodden with rum, brooding over a wasted life.

Alison Duguesne: There he is now.

[their waiter arrives]

Alison Duguesne: Uh, excuse me, is that Mr. Stopes?

Waiter: *Capitan* Stopes, Senorita.

Raul Ortega: Ah. Good. You have not lived till you have sipped the nectar of the gods. Lobusto is the local rum, made from the juice of one of our jungle plants. To our charming visitors.

[the visitors drink, but wince at the favor]

Alison Duguesne: Delightful. Such a delicate flavor.

Ben Morris: Great. Wonderful.

Raul Ortega: I am pleased. But I must be off. Enjoy your stay.

Alison Duguesne: Thank you.

Ben Morris: Uh, adios.

Raul Ortega: Adios, senor.

[leaves]

Ben Morris: You've got class. As well as bone structure.

Alison Duguesne: For a photographer, you are a gentleman.

[They both set their glasses down, disgustedly]

Alison Duguesne: Well, what do you think of the pitch?

Ben Morris: It's a little shopworn, but it's all there: a jungle, desert, Blackwater fever, a dying man with a map.

Alison Duguesne: Ah, you tried so hard. You hate to hurt their feelings. How do we get out of this?

Ben Morris: Well, we're supposed to take the money to Stopes' apartment tonight. We just don't go.