Dr. Lao: Now, Mr. Cunningham, do you suppose this garrulous intruder may be a... a swindler, perhaps, an assassin, a charlatan plotting some curious disaster for your town? Such characters exist, but they are secretive rather than mysterious. I, sir, am a major mystery.
Mike: How old are you?
Dr. Lao: I believe I will tell you. I am seven thousand, three hundred and twenty-two years old... this October.
Mayor James Sargent: He doesn't want to lose. Who does?
Clint Stark: I do. Mayor Sargent, every time I bet on weakness, corruption, fallibility... I want to lose. But I always win.
Giant Serpent: I wouldn't care to trade with you.
Clint Stark: Maybe not, but the point is, my scaly friend, that you are in a cage, while I'm free to walk about.
Giant Serpent: Oh, you have your cage, too. You test your bars just as often as I test mine, kiddo.
Clint Stark: I was like you once, long time ago. I believed in the dignity of man. Decency. Humanity. But I was lucky. I found out the truth early, boy.
Ed Cunningham: And what is the truth, Stark?
Clint Stark: It's all very simple. There's no such thing as the dignity of man. Man is a base, pathetic and vulgar animal.
Ed Cunningham: Now, come on, Doc! What kind of oriental hocus-pocus is going on around here? A circus with no wagons, no animals, no cages? A crazy old magician? What's it all about?