She may like money, doesnt mean shes a gold digger. She…

I figured my wife was about to start law school. If that whole baseball pitching thing didn't work out, I had something to fall…

— Tim Hudson

True Spitta Yea I'm A True Spitta One Night Then Kick Her Out Cause She A Gold Digger

— Aeezy

She's dangerous, super bad. Better watch out she'll take your cash. She's a gold digger.

— Anonymous

Ladies, a man who sits on a couch flipping channels while you work 16 hours per day to take care of him is not…

— Saramae

Never play with someones heart and soul like their your toy. There are many toys I the world , so why choose their heart

— Aaron Johanson

I judge a man based off of his pocket size. If it is small, then he is not too great.

— Anonymous

The only man she'll go out with is one who is tall, dark, and has some.

— Anonymous

Because my man is handsome and successful, that makes me a gold digger? First of all, I pay my own bills, and I still…

— Nikki Bella

After a guy has spent all of his dollars, she recovers her sense.

— Anonymous

Well if life is a bitch then mine a gold digger.

— Anonymous

“Ernestine used to remark, in a tone tinged with envy, that Lill was probably New Jersey's youngest gold digger, and that few adult gold…

— Frank B. Gilbreth Jr

I get the gold-digger part six times weekly. I can play those women into the ground, but I don't want someone telling me that's…

— Jennifer Coolidge

Sometimes when we try to dig for gold, we end up walking away with nothing in our hands, but what if we walked away…

— Anastasia Blanchard

With her, romance starts with sentiment and ends with a settlement.

— Anonymous

“I told her about my revenge on Topper the attempted rapist and the guy at the transient's hotel in Brooklyn, and, finally, I told her about stealing the money. "You did what?" She sat straight up in her chair, her eyes wide, her mouth open. "Shhh." Other diners were staring at us, frozen in silent tableau, some with forks or spoons halfway to mouth. Millie was blinking her eyes rapidly. Much quieter, she said, "You robbed a bank?" "Shhh." My ears were burning. "Don't make a scene." "Don't shush me! I didn't rob a bank." Fortunately she whispered it. The waiter walked up then and took our drink order. Millie ordered a vodka martini. I asked for a glass of white wine. I didn't know if it would help, but I figured it couldn't hurt. "A million dollars?" she said, after the waiter left. "Well, almost." "How much of it is left?" "Why?" She blushed. "Curiosity. I must look like a proper little gold digger." "About eight hundred thousand." "Dollars!" The man at the next table spilled his water. "Christ, Millie. You want me to leave you here? You're fifteen hundred miles away from home you know.”

— Steven Gould