Fitzcarraldo
prev.
play.
mark.
next.

:34:00
. . ."the tree that weeps."
:34:02
These bare-asses love
flowery language.

:34:05
Gold, they call "sweat of the sun."
:34:08
Bees, "father of honey."
:34:13
You know, it's no easy job
to civilize them, believe me.

:34:32
How much do you think
this stinky stuff weighs?

:34:37
1 32 pounds! And I presume you're
familiar with the market price.

:34:43
How long does it take
to make one of them?

:34:45
Three men one week.
:34:56
Presently I have a staff of 8,500.
:35:03
But I am thinking of increasing
to 1 0,000.

:35:11
You're a strange bird,
but I must say I like you.

:35:56
That's my area. From the Pongo
to the mouth of the Ucayali.


prev.
next.