Danny Archer: So you're a fisherman, ha? What do you catch mostly?
Solomon Vandy: Fish.
Captain Poison: You think I'm a demon, but that's only because I have lived in Hell.
Maddy Bowen: The people back home wouldn't buy a ring if they knew it cost someone else their hand.
Soldier: Archer! You're a dead man.
Danny Archer: Ja, ja.
Solomon Vandy: I thought you would steal it from me.
Danny Archer: Yeah, yeah, it occured to me, huh?
Danny Archer: That diamond is my ticket out of this God forsaken continent.
Danny Archer: Sometimes I wonder... will God ever forgive us for what we've done to each other? Then I look around and I realise... God left this place a long time ago.
Danny Archer: You risk my life like that again... and I'll peel your face back off your head. You understand?
Danny Archer: So, don't tell me you're here to make a difference, huh?
Maddy Bowen: And you're here to make a buck?
Danny Archer: I'm here for lack of a better idea.
Maddy Bowen: That's a shame.
Solomon Vandy: I understand White people want our diamonds, yes. But how can my own people do this to each other?
Danny Archer: Let me tell you something. You sell blood diamonds too.
Maddy Bowen: Really?
Danny Archer: Yeah.
Maddy Bowen: Tell me, how is that?
Danny Archer: Who do you think buys the stones that I bring out? Dreamy American girls who all want a storybook wedding and a big, shiny rock like the ones in the advertisements of your politically-correct magazines. So, please, don't come here and make judgments on me, all right?
Danny Archer: I like to get kissed before I get fucked.
Solomon Vandy: I will find you... If it takes my life.
Danny Archer: Why don't we go back to your place, see what's in the mini bar?
Maddy Bowen: I'm a print journalist... I drank it.
Maddy Bowen: You lost both your parents.
Danny Archer: That's a polite way of putting it, ja. Mum was raped and shot and uh... Dad was decapitated and hung from a hook in the barn. I was nine... boo-hoo right?
Danny Archer: You're a reporter, eh? Well piss off.
Maddy Bowen: Three out of five ex-boyfriends polled think I need to be in a constant state of crisis. Maybe I just give a shit.
Soldier: She reminds me of my wife.
Colonel Coetzee: This red earth, it's in our skin. The Shona say the colour comes from all the blood that's been spilled fighting over the land. This is home. You'll never leave Africa.
Troop Leader: Here we say that the freedom is in your hands, so if you go against us, so go your hands.
Answer: Bribery, false documents, smuggling. Take your pick.