Around the World in 80 Days

Andrew Stuart:
You're pretty glib, Fogg, but I'd like to see you do it in 80 days.

Phileas Fogg:
You're convinced that I could not?

Andrew Stuart:
So much so that I'll wager £5,000 that you can't.

Phileas Fogg:
Let me understand you clearly, Stuart. Are you formally challenging me to undertake a journey around the world in 80 days?

Andrew Stuart:
I am, sir, and I'm prepared to back my conviction by posting my check right here and now.

Phileas Fogg:
Very well, I accept... My gentlemen, I have on deposit at Barings Bank the sum of £20,000. And I'm willing to wager any or all of it upon the same contention. Namely, that I can complete a tour of the world in 80 days. That is to say, 1,920 hours or 115,200 minutes. Would anyone besides Stuart care to participate?

Phileas Fogg:
How did you come to England?

Passepartout:
In a clothes basket, sir. I escaped.

Phileas Fogg:
From what?

Passepartout:
Women, sir.

Phileas Fogg:
A ladies' man, huh? Well, there are no women in this household.

Phileas Fogg:
Give me that red bag. Open it up. We'll need plenty of money. Whatever you do, never let this out of your sight.

Passepartout:
Monsieur can trust me. I will cherish it like - like a woman.

Phileas Fogg:
Don't make love to it. Just watch it.

Saloon Hostess:
Never be in a hurry. You'll miss the best parts in life.

Phileas Fogg:
Madam, you don't understand. I'm looking for my man.

Saloon Hostess:
So am I.

Roland Hesketh-Baggott:
Must I remind you, Foster, that you are speaking of a member of the Reform Club?

Foster:
I don't care if he's a member of the Worshipful Company of Fishmongers. The man's mad!

Roland Hesketh-Baggott:
Actually, excessive sanity is not a necessary qualification for that particular institution.

Monsieur Gasse:
Monsieur! You are now addressing the second most celebrated balloonist in Europe.

Phileas Fogg:
And who is the first?

Monsieur Gasse:
He is not available. He was, uh, buried last Tuesday.

Monsieur Gasse:
In Yokohama, you will encounter the geisha girls, and those, monsieur, are not to be sneezed at.

Passepartout:
I shall remember. In Yokohama, I must not sneeze at geisha girl.

Railway Official:
There's still fifty miles of track to be laid between here and Allabahad.

Phileas Fogg:
But the London newspapers announced the opening of this railway throughout.

Railway Official:
That must have been The Daily Telegraph. Never would have read that in The Times.

Sir Francis Gromarty:
One thousand pounds for an elephant? It's outrageous! You've been diddled.

Phileas Fogg:
Undoubtedly. But it's not often one needs an elephant in a hurry.

Phileas Fogg:
You actually mean that unfortunate young woman is going to be burned alive?

Sir Francis Gromarty:
Oh, she's quite resigned to it.

Phileas Fogg:
What if we decided to save her?

Sir Francis Gromarty:
Good heaven, man, you can't interfere with native affairs.

Princess Aouda:
Have there been any women in his life?

Passepartout:
I assume he had a mother, but I am not certain.

Princess Aouda:
Mr. Fogg, why must you be so... so British?

Phileas Fogg:
Madame, I am what I am.

Bombay Police Inspector:
Good heavens! Four o'clock it's teatime!

Mr. Fix:
Yes I know, but this is a crisis.

Bombay Police Inspector:
Crisis or no, nothing should interfere with tea!

Passepartout:
Is that necessary?

Mr. Fix:
It's not necessary. Mandatory.

Phileas Fogg:
My dear... I must ask you to leave these precincts at once. No woman has ever set foot in the club.

Princess Aouda:
Why not?

Phileas Fogg:
Because... that could spell the end of the British Empire.

[a shocked servant drops his tray, a huge portrait falls from the wall, and the curtains of the huge window draw, revealing a triumphant Passepartout standing at the window]

Ralph:
This is the end.

Phileas Fogg:
An Englishman never jokes about a wager, sir.

Phileas Fogg:
And furthermore, you play an abominable game of whist. Good day, sir.

Roland Hesketh-Baggott:
You are allowing your native imperturbability to be swept away by a spate of mounting hysteria.

Roland Hesketh-Baggott:
He is not a professional man and he isn't in trade. He has no family connections or background worth mentioning. He doesn't go in for hunting, or fishing, or...wenching.

Col. Proctor Stamp:
What kind of foreigner are you? Maybe a hoochie-coochie dancer?

Edward R. Murrow - Prologue Narrator:
Jules Verne wrote a book about going around the world in 80 days. He even predicted it could be done in 80 hours. Today it can be done in less than half that time. But each journey must have an end. Speed is good only when wisdom leads the way. The end of this journey whether to the high horizons of hope or the depths of destruction will be determined by the collective wisdom of the people who live on this shrinking planet.

Edward R. Murrow - Prologue Narrator:
Jules Verne wrote many books. He was able to transfer his soaring imagination to print. His predictions were bold. What he wrote was regarded as fantastic fiction but much of it has become fact. Flying machines, submarines, television, rockets. But not even his imagination could shrink the earth to the point it has now reached.

Edward R. Murrow - Prologue Narrator:
Man has devised a method of destroying most of humanity or of lifting it up to high plateaus of prosperity and progress never dreamed of by the boldest dreamers.

Stationmaster:
I'll be darned if I understand you city folks. Always rushing, rushing, rushing. Always thinking about the future. No wonder you have stomach trouble.

Saloon Hostess:
[to Phineas Fogg, as he is leaving the saloon] You still in a hurry? I thought the English were calm, dreamy sort of people.