Fiske Quotes in Garden of Evil (1954)

Fiske: It's a good trick, and it'll work.

Leah Fuller: On who?

Fiske: On me because I'm stayin' with you.

Leah Fuller: Why?

Fiske: [Chuckles] Because I'm a fool.

Leah Fuller: Not to me.

Fiske: [Hesitatingly] What am I to you?

Leah Fuller: Maybe it'll help if I tell you.

Fiske: It won't.

Leah Fuller: It's easy to say because you're nothing. You're nothing at all. Just nothing.

Luke Daly: [Grabbing Fiske's arm as he walks away from him] I'm talkin'! Don't you turn your back on me!

Fiske: [Slapping away Daly's hand] You're right, Daly. A man should never turn his back on you, not if he cares about something happening.

Luke Daly: What is she trying to prove?

Fiske: That one of us is a hero or a fool.

Luke Daly: Well, anyway, it's her funeral. I don't go to any but my own.

[Fiske and Hooker are watching a lovely cantina singer singing in Spanish]

Fiske: I've found that pretty women speak the same language all over the world.

Hooker: What about the ugly ones?

Fiske: Never listened.

Fiske: Say, Hooker, before you became an idiot lookin' for gold, what were you?

Hooker: An idiot without it.

Fiske: Whew! Isn't there some other way we could go back?

Leah Fuller: Not that I know of.

Fiske: [Sarcastically] Great! How'd you ever find this place?

Leah Fuller: With a map from an old priest in Sacramento. He warned us against it.

Fiske: What'd he come here for?

Leah Fuller: For God! A little better reason than ours, wasn't it?

Fiske: Takin' four men like us to a mountain of gold!

Hooker: She took what there was.

Fiske: Yeah, that's true. The barrel was empty. She scraped the bottom.

Fiske: [Seeing Leah feeding sugar to her horse] Look, you see that? Before this is over, you'll be just like that horse, eatin' right out of her hand.

Hooker: Maybe it isn't the woman. Maybe it's the sugar.

Hooker: Vicente is marking the trail.

Fiske: Yeah.

Hooker: You think he might wanna make this trip again?

Fiske: He just might wanna get back from this one.

Fiske: Believe nothing a woman says, but everything she sings.

Hooker: Who told that?

Fiske: Me.