The Rogues

Marcel St. Clair:
Can you take us to the top of the mountain, just above the temple?

Magician:
It is a hard climb, badly overgrown.

Timmy Fleming:
Well, I don't climb Mont Blanc every year, but I'm game.

Marcel St. Clair:
We need a guide.

Magician:
I would be willing, but my legs would not agree.

Rinl:
There's nothing wrong with my legs! [Later, she demonstrates the truth of the above statement, by stripping off her skirt in order to shimmy down a rope]

Marcel St. Clair:
[Upon realizing they are being watched] Pretend to have found something.

Timmy Fleming:
[Timmy bends over and picks up a leaf] Does this mean anything?

Marcel St. Clair:
Oh, a leaf. What year would you say?

Timmy Fleming:
1959.

Marcel St. Clair:
A good year for leaves. Not a great year, but a good year.