Steve: Let""s have it.Slim: What do you want?Steve: Johnson""s wallet.Slim: What?Steve: Come on.Slim: What are you talking about? Hey mister, what""s got into you? (He takes her by the arm into his across-the-corridor room, and locks he door behind him.Walter: You mean, some dark night a crown block might fall on him -Phyllis: Please don""t talk like that.Rick saved her and fired his pistols at other Medjai who had infiltrated onto the barge, claiming that he had the map memorized in his head.Foley was still skeptical: "If Cain""s the man, where""s the money?" Adjoining the racetrack was Dent""s Oil Field, covered with red mud - the same location where Bogomil had jogged and become suspicious...You know, Jane.I""m not a romantic sort of a person or anything like that, but if we, uh, if we get through his all right, is there any kind of a chance for me?Jane: With me? I don""t know.