You know on some planets, gold is illegal, right? Or the equivalent of trying to pay for your new shoes with a big ol' handful of shit.

[The golden egg has lost some of its luster in Rick's eyes as he realizes it's just a boring Earth mineral. He's seen better. More expensive. More beautiful. Like everything else, his interest wanes quickly.

He takes his flask out of his coat, gesturing with it vaguely.]

Just saying, don't count your eggs before you understand the planetary socio-economic culture.