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first lines]
Sean Mercer:
[
over two-way radio] Kurt, can you hear me?
Kurt Muller:
Go ahead, Sean.
Sean Mercer:
At about eleven o'clock... right in the middle of that herd of wildebeest - see him?
Kurt Muller:
Oh, that's a good one.
Sean Mercer:
Let's go; start out easy.
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last lines]
Dallas:
Oh, no... go away! Go away, now! Timbo, go away, go away. Timbo! Timbo, go away! Timbo...
[
the bed collapses from the elephant's weight]
Sean Mercer:
Aawwww...
Dallas:
Go away!
Sean Mercer:
Pockets, what are you doing?
Pockets:
I'm trying to milk the goat.
Sean Mercer:
Well, that's the wrong kind of a goat - that's a ram!
Charles 'Chips' Maurey:
[
Observing Pockets being fawned over by Brandy] He fell off the fence.
Kurt Muller:
Yeah. You nearly lose a leg and I get a dislocated shoulder.
Charles 'Chips' Maurey:
And he gets the ice.
Kurt Muller:
C'mon I'll buy you a nice warm drink.
Sean Mercer:
[
Referring to the growing rivalry between Kurt and Chips over Brandy] So that's what's got you green around the gills this morning. The first sign of spring in the bush and the young bucks start butting heads.
Kurt Muller:
So what?
Sean Mercer:
So... I can't answer that. Just don't let it gum up the works around here.
Kurt Muller:
Oh, I won't. But I won't let the Frenchman have a free hand, either.
Sean Mercer:
Oh this is gonna be great! The Indian is knocked off, I've got a woman photographer on my hands,now you and the Frenchman break out in monkey bites and we're a month behind already!
Kurt Muller:
So?
Sean Mercer:
So don't let him have a free hand.
Sean Mercer:
[
instructing Kurt and Chips before the shooting match] ... and you - what is your name, anyway?
Charles 'Chips' Maurey:
Charles Maurey...
Sean Mercer:
Sjarles Ma...?
Charles 'Chips' Maurey:
Charles Maurey!
Sean Mercer:
Never mind, Chips will do...
Dallas:
You have been drinking a little, hm?
Sean Mercer:
No ma'am. I've been drinkin a lot.
Pockets:
Yes, Bwana.
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