The Winning of Barbara Worth

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.

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[after a close-up of a dead horse lying in the sand] The withering kiss of the desert.

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!

Willard Holmes:
[to Barbara] When the fight is won, I'm coming back for you!