[Dr. Elsa Schneider is dangling over an abyss while hanging on to Indiana Jones. She spots the holy grail below her and tries to reach for it.]
Indiana Jones: Elsa... Don't Elsa, Elsa. Give me your other hand, honey. I can't hold you!
Dr. Elsa Schneider: I can reach it. I can reach it...
Indiana Jones: Elsa, give me your hand, give me your other hand!
[Elsa cries out with delight, thinking she's about to reach the grail. Suddenly, her other hand slips from its glove.]
Indiana Jones: Elsa!
[Elsa screams as she falls to her death]
I smile at the master of the hellish yard
And I whisper softly into the Master's ear
"I will never give my fortune to you!"
I head for the door
And my body falls down to the bottom of hell
Krelper: You tricked us into that!
Jek: No, you were led by your own cupidity. Greed, heedless of caution, lures many a man to his death.
Jek: No, you were led by your own cupidity. Greed, heedless of caution, lures many a man to his death.
— Doctor Who, "The Caves of Androzani"
Wandering souls ensnared by this domain would do well to recall the legends that say that if those who lined their pockets with these treasures were able to take their eyes off the objects of their desire, they would note that not all they see was shining. Dull bits of bone and other remains are plentiful here as well. These are all that is left of those who filled their pockets, pouches, sleeves, and boots with so much gold that they collapsed under the weight of it. Unwilling or unable to let the riches go, they died where they fell, smiles on their faces despite their impending ends.
—Black Crusade: The Tome Of Excess
We watched as Dr. M just stood there, unwilling to leave as the walls caved in on the vault. He'd spent his life lusting over the Cooper fortune, and he wasn't going to give it up, no matter what the cost.
— Bentley, Sly 3: Honor Among Thieves
Packs laden with loot are often low on supplies.
Their evacuation efforts were impeded by their unwillingness to abandon their treasured trinkets and many lost their lives scrambling to save completely mundane items.
— Stellaris, "Kleptomaniac Rats"
With a raspy cackle, the elder smith Craler swung the sword that his family had spent eleven generations to fold and forge. So sharp it was that, with a sound like tearing fabric, a rip in reality tore open. Through this rip, Craler recognized himself from moments before, holding aloft the very same coveted blade. Then, in a fit of greed and madness, he cut this earlier self down to seize the twin sword as his own. Too late, however, Craler felt a familiar wound, and was suddenly filled with the memory of being cut down himself...
— Dota 2, Manifold Paradox description
