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Narrator:
This part of the desert of South Africa, where only a parched camel thorn tree relieves the endless parallels of time, space, and sky, surrounds like a rope of sand the richest diamond-bearing area in the world -- an uneasy land where men inflamed by monotony and the heat sometimes forget the rules of civilization.
Suzanne Renaud:
Of course, if you're a man of principle...
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I take it you're quite experienced.
Suzanne Renaud:
The German is brittle. The Frenchman cries l'amour! The American is hoping for the cavalry to come.
Fred Martingale:
And what do Englishmen do?
Suzanne Renaud:
They pay.
Suzanne Renaud:
Now do you want to kiss me?
Fred Martingale:
N - no, I think not. You'd better keep your kisses for emergencies.
Toady:
Consider the diamond itself for instance. Carbon, soot, chemically speaking. And yet the hardest of all matters. So hard, in fact, that whatever it touches must suffer: glass, steel, the human soul.
Toady:
I am here, free as the wind, fountain of extraordinary knowledge, splendidly corrupt and eager to be of profitable service.
Fred Martingale:
I'm being constantly disillusioned. Has money completely lost its power? Is everyone motivated now by love?
Mike Davis:
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