- Joey Martin: Are you really Tarzan?
- Tarzan: White boy. Boy English.
- Joey Martin: No, American.
- Tarzan: Boy speak English. Boy English.
- Joey Martin: American!
- Tarzan: Boy English.
- Jane: Come here, Joey. Let me take a look at you.
- Joey Martin: I sure wish I could stay here and belong to Tarzan, ma'am.
- Jane: Oh? Only to Tarzan?
- Joey Martin: Uh, you too.
- Jane: I don't know, there's an awful lot of scrubbing to be done here.
- Joey Martin: I really like to get my ears washed, ma'am.
- Jane: Ohh, well, in that case, you're definitely going to get your wish, Joey.
- Rokov: Your Lordship, stop bleating like a frightened sheep and prepare to meet your cousin, Tarzan.
- Edwards: [pretending to be Lord Greystoke] Just a trifle weary. Silly old legs. Fairly sticky trip, you know. Absconding bears, fever, impolite natives. Awful bore.
- Edwards: [pretending to be Lord Greystoke] The chips are down. Tarzan's help may be the fraction that means the survival for England.