- Buldeo: Verily, you would have all of India in your picture. Nay, you would have the book of the jungle to read in my eyes.
- Buldeo: What is the book of life itself but man's war with nature. The struggle between village and jungle!
- [first lines]
- English Girl: [as they ride up on horseback upon a group of villagers gathered in a circle around an old wise man] What a beautiful old man. What a lovely head.
- Sikh: India's filled with old men mahila.
- English Girl: But not like the one in the yellow turban. He's like a head of John the Baptist.
- Sikh: The mahila refers to the storyteller?
- Durga: Are these silent monsters at peace with us? It is but a true stray leap with man. But I who have seen the tusks-stained red with blood, I could tell you a tale of the silent ones... gor a few coppers, eh? Ay, for a bowl of rice?
- [he initially draws back as the girl takes a photo of him]
- Durga: What would you do with my image manasaheya?
- English Girl: I would keep it, for a memory of India.
- Durga: Verily, you would have all of India in your picture. Nay, you would have the book of the jungle to read in my eyes.
- [she gives him a coin and he happily proceeds to narrate the backdrop and story of the jungle]
- Buldeo: We're going to have a marketplace, and a temple, and a mighty city. Aye, we'll have all that if we can beat the jungle. But have you in your hundred years seen man win a war with nature?
- Mowgli: I am of the jungle. Their lair is my lair. Their trail is my trail. Their fight is my fight.