Homer 'Doc' Brown:
I struck gold - my brother, Ben, and I. And I count that the unluckiest day of my life.
David:
Why?
Homer 'Doc' Brown:
Because money is filthy stuff. I despise it. It corrupts - eats out your heart. It separates brother from brother.
David:
You mean you'd rather be poor?
Homer 'Doc' Brown:
Well, let's say that I, uh, I enjoy my present modest income. I'm free from all the worry that money brings. I have good food, good air, the meadows to walk in. Could I ask for more?
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