Barbara Worth:
Your dream is coming true. The desert will bloom like a paradise.
Willard Holmes: You're wasting yourself here, Miss Worth - like an orchid in a bucket of sand.
Barbara Worth: You don't know the desert as I do. It's beautiful.
Willard Holmes: Beautiful perhaps for one moonlit night, but if you could see the big cities - if they could see you.
Barbara Worth: To redeem the desert - to make it all one garden - isn't that a fine thing to do?
Willard Holmes: But you don't belong here among these human cactus plants.
Willard Holmes: You're wasting yourself here, Miss Worth - like an orchid in a bucket of sand.
Barbara Worth: You don't know the desert as I do. It's beautiful.
Willard Holmes: Beautiful perhaps for one moonlit night, but if you could see the big cities - if they could see you.
Barbara Worth: To redeem the desert - to make it all one garden - isn't that a fine thing to do?
Willard Holmes: But you don't belong here among these human cactus plants.
Willard Holmes:
This hell-hole will never be anything but a graveyard! You could see it if your brains weren't fried!
Abe Lee: Maybe we ain't got the brains - maybe you ain't got the guts!
Abe Lee: Maybe we ain't got the brains - maybe you ain't got the guts!