Blood Diamond Quotes

I like to get kissed before I get fucked.

That diamond is my ticket out of this God forsaken continent.

Out here, people kill each other as a way of life. It's always been like that.

I'm not feeling the love here, Danny.

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.

I understand White people want our diamonds, yes. But how can my own people do this to each other?

The people back home wouldn't buy a ring if they knew it cost someone else their hand.

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?

Maddy Bowen: My dad came home from the war in '69. It took him about... twenty years to get right.
Danny Archer: You Americans - you Americans love to talk about your feelings, huh? So, what does that mean? What? You've got a thing for messed up vets now?
Maddy Bowen: Shut up.
Maddy Bowen: You lost both your parents.
Danny Archer: That's a - That's a polite way of putting it, ja. Mum was raped and shot and um... Dad was decapitated and hung from a hook in the barn. I was nine
Danny Archer: . Boo-hoo, right?
Danny Archer: Sometimes I wonder, will God ever forgive us for what we've done to each other? Then I look around and I realize... God left this place a long time ago.
Danny Archer: It's uh... Ah, What's the point, huh?

Maddy Bowen: The world is falling apart and all we hear about is blowjob-gate.
Danny Archer: When was the last time the world wasn't falling apart, huh?
Maddy Bowen: Uh, a cynic. Why don't you sit down and make me miserable?

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.

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: American, huh?
Maddy Bowen: Guilty.
Danny Archer: Well, Americans usually are.
Maddy Bowen: ...Says the white South African?
Danny Archer: Ts ts ts ts. I'm from Rhodesia!
Maddy Bowen: We say Zimbabwe now, don't we?
Danny Archer: Do we?
Maddy Bowen: Last time I checked.

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.

Danny Archer: you find yourself a good man alright?
Maddy Bowen: I have THREE sisters, they're all married to good men.

Danny Archer: I'm really happy I met you.
Maddy Bowen: Yeah I'm um...
Maddy Bowen: I'm really happy I met you too. And, I wish I could be there with you.
Danny Archer: That's alright. I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.

Solomon Vandy: Dia, come on.
Dia Vandy: Leave me alone!
Solomon Vandy: Dia it is me, your father. Let's go.
Dia Vandy: I don't know you! Fisherman!
Dia Vandy: Get him, get him!

Solomon Vandy: Dia. Dia. Don't want to be late.
Dia Vandy: English boys don't go to school every day.

Solomon Vandy: Dia, come on.
Dia Vandy: Leave me alone!
Solomon Vandy: Dia it is me, your father. Let's go.
Dia Vandy: I don't know you! Fisherman!
Dia Vandy: Get him, get him!

Solomon Vandy: Dia. Dia. Don't want to be late.
Dia Vandy: English boys don't go to school every day.

Maddy Bowen: The entire country's at war. Why should I help this one person?
Maddy Bowen: I can't believe I just said that.

Maddy Bowen: Smuggler?
Danny Archer: How about 'Soldier of Fortune'... or is that too much of a cliché?

Sometimes I wonder... will God ever forgive us for what we've done to each other? Then I look around and I realize... God left this place a long time ago.

Maddy Bowen: Tell me where you are, and I will come help you.
Danny Archer:
I'm right where I'm supposed to be...

I will find you... If it takes my life.

He is my son. I am his father. I must go find him. Go ahead, shoot me if you want, but I will go find him.

Dia, What are you doing? Dia! Look at me, look at me. What are you doing? You are Dia Vendy, of the proud Mende tribe. You are a good boy who loves soccer and school. Your mother loves you so much. She waits by the fire making plantains, and red palm oil stew with your sister N'Yanda and the new baby. The cows wait for you. And Babu, the wild dog who minds no one but you. I know they made you do bad things, but you are not a bad boy. I am your father who loves you. And you will come home with me and be my son again.

Peace Corps types only stay around long enough... to realize they're not helping anyone. Government only wants to stay in power... until they've stolen enough to go into exile somewhere else. And the rebels, they're not sure they want to take over. Otherwise, they'd have to govern this mess.

Because I stole a GPS, that's how.

You're a reporter, eh? Well piss off!

That's for breaking my TV!

You risk my life like that again... and I'll peel your face back off your head. You understand?

You come here with your laptop computers, your malaria medicine and you little bottles of hand sanitizer and think you can change the outcome, huh?

T.I.A. This is Africa.

In America, it's bling bling. But out here it's bling bang.