No. (He carries the rifle over to a jar, inserts it inside, and covers it with silk). There. Works of art. Now, listen closely. If you refuse me, I will go to that fair, stand on a podium, and tell Pedro, Pablo, and the Guardia Civil exactly what is inside your "decorative vases."
(Screams quietly) Jesus! Hide that!
No. I am a patriot. And you, Quiroga, are a mule with a saddle made of gold. Do we have a deal? El Filibusterismo Script Kabanata 17
(Pacing) But Captain-General... he said... I have the promise of the Consulship. If I am caught smuggling, the Spanish will exile me! Works of art
(Whispering) For the love of God, Simoun, lower your voice! The friars are out there. Padre Camorra is drunk on the Ferris wheel, but his ears are sharp as a knife! Hide that
(Grabs Quiroga by the collar suddenly) You fool. You think the Spanish will give you a Consulship? They use you like a mule. They take your money, eat your food, and sleep with your servants. I am offering you a country. A free Philippines. And you say "Consulship"?