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Tarzan s'évade

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Rita: [to Jane] You see, we wanted to take you back to where we thought you belong. "Civilization" I think they call it. But it's not for you. And even if your coming back meant that I'd inherit the world, I couldn't forget the look in Tarzan's eyes when he thought he was going to lose you. Stay here with your jungle flies, and your funny little Cheetah and all the trouble she gets into, and Tarzan. You've got the grandest possessions that any woman can have: peace and comradeship and perfect communion with a man whose whole strength is devoted to making your life beautiful. Don't you ever lose it.

Rawlins: Miss Jane, he's the finest gentleman I ever knew - trousers or no trousers.

Tarzan: [sees that Jane has been crying] Jane no happy?
Jane: How shall I tell you, darling? I love Tarzan. Tarzan is Jane's love. Like the stars over the night. Like the air to breathe. Tarzan makes me alive. But Eric and Rita are my friends. Friends. Like rain at the end of the summer. Like the wind moving the tops of the jungle. I'm yours. You are mine. But I must help Rita. She's my friend. Friend. As Tarzan is Cheeta's friend to help her when she was in the trap.
Tarzan: Trap?
Jane: Yes, trap.
Tarzan: Leguna?
Jane: No darling, not a real trap. Just as strong. Just as horrible.
Tarzan: Jane want go?
Jane: Don't you remember how you went when Timba was in the pit the tribes had dug?
Tarzan: Jane want go?
Jane: Tarzan, believe me. When the moon has made safari three times - three times - and when she comes out of the river, big and round, and looks in on us here, she'll find us as we are now. Together. And my safari will be over forever. And I will never go away again.

Rawlins: Go on, you blighters. Off it. Go on. Off it, off it. The very idea. That's the only sort of language those poor heathens understand, sir.

Rita: How do you do?
Masters: Well, Miss Parker, you're not exactly a usual sight around these parts.
Captain Fry: Nor any parts, for that matter, I should say. My name is Fry. Captain Fry.

Rawlins: Well, hang me. The biggest blooming hunter in the whole blinking continent turning himself into a glorified tourist guide.

Masters: When you've lived as long in Africa as Captain Fry, Miss Parker, you'll realize that there's a certain amount of truth underlying all native superstitions.

Jane: I'm glad you woke me. I was having a nightmare. I was afraid.
Tarzan: Afraid?
Jane: I dreamt I was back in London in a horrible, rushing taxi. And the radio was going and I was on my way to play bridge with my three maiden aunts. Thank you for being such a horrible, kidnapping monster and keeping me here.
[kiss]

Jane: Before you start any more of your usual blarney where were you last night?

Captain Fry: In dealing with animals, Eric, there's one thing to always remember. We're their superiors for two reasons. One's self-control and the other a gun.

Eric: Jane, why not bring Tarzan with you?
Jane: Back to London?
Rita: Yes, of course! If you like it, you could spend half your time here and half your time there.
Jane: No, Rita. Out here, Tarzan's a king. How do I know what he'd be back there? Perhaps, at first, sort of a freak. And then, as he learnt more about civilization he'd realize he was dependent on his rich wife. He'd never tolerate that. Or if he did, it might be even worse.

Captain Fry: Supposing you try and wait on us without getting your thumbs in the soup.

Jane: Rita can have all the silk stockings she wants. Eric can have his career, an enormous yellow roadster to drive his girl about in. There is a girl, isn't there?

Jane: Rita, there's really no use you camping out and being uncomfortable while you've got a whole house.
Rita: Your house? What? You mean that...
Jane: Oh, this little bird's nest? No, I mean our townhouse. And we've got lots of room. You'll be comfortable. Tarzan made it and I designed the kitchen myself.
Rita: The kitchen? Oh?
Jane: Hot and cold water. All the latest conveniences.

Jane: Tarzan and I have a little Garden of Eden up the river. He's already gone there ahead to wait for me.

Rawlins: [to Cheetah] Listen to me. I want you to understand that any attempt at familiarity is very much resented.

Rita: What is the exact nature of this particular superstition?
Captain Fry: A race of great apes. With a leader. A very capable leader, too, it would seem. With power of life and death over the entire jungle. But, the oddest thing about him, according to these stories, is his color.
Eric: His color?
Captain Fry: White.
Rawlins: Blimey. A white gorilla?

Captain Fry: In Africa, Miss Parker, the most serious matter is always the noonday sun.
Rawlins: Yes. Yes, it makes ladies and gentlemen talk a bit barmy-like. Especially until they get a bit climaxed to it.

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