Beau Geste1939

John:
Well, isn't anybody going to say a word?

Beau:
You young pup, we're both so disgusted with you we're speechless.

John:
I'm no worse than either of you.

Digby:
There's something in what he says.

Beau:
I insist I'm worse than he is. He didn't steal the Blue Water.

John:
Neither did you.

Digby:
No. As a matter of fact, I've got it.

Beau:
I'll be frank with you, gentlemen. I've got it. I intend to sell it for 30,000 pounds sometime in the future, and live a life of ease in Paris surrounded by whiskey, ladies, and laughter.

Digby:
Well that's funny. I'm going to sell it and go to Paris, too. Only I don't want any laughter.

Beau:
One thing I counted on was my younger brother leading an upright life while I spent my ill-gotten gains.

Digby:
Yes, I was counting on him, too.

John:
If you don't mind my saying so, the great sapphire is in my possession. And as soon as I can arrange to sell it, I'm going to the South Seas, buy a plantation, and start trading in copra.

Digby:
He puts us both to shame, doesn't he, Beau?

Beau:
Let's put him to death and keep his share.