Bomba, the Jungle Boy

[first lines]

Andy Barnes:
What are the drums saying, Eli? Good news or bad?

Eli:
Not good news, Boss. Not bad. Say safari come.

Eli:
[after watching slow motion footage of a herd of giraffe] Bana say Bwana bring little black box on lion hunt, make simba hurry up slower. Much easier to kill.

Andy Barnes:
Out there's part of it. Out there beyond the big rift; a vast unexplored wilderness of secrets that are known to nobody except the good Lord himself.

George Harland:
That's what I've come ten thousand miles to photograph.

George Harland:
How much further off is this rift you keep talking about? We've been marching for three days already.

Andy Barnes:
Oh, another three day stretch should do it. That is if you don't stop too long to take pictures.

George Harland:
Pictures? I could find more to shoot in my aunt's backyard than I've seen since left the station.

Mufti:
Fire grow on trees in there. Elephant got two heads. River all hot lead. Mountains roar like lions.

Patricia Harland:
Where on earth did you hear all that?

Mufti:
Eli say little man turn big, big man turn little. Birds hunt deer. Lions roost in trees.

Patricia Harland:
Don't tell Dad or he'll have us in there. Quick.

Patricia Harland:
Well, I'm going to stick to you until I can make you take me back to camp. I can't stay out here all alone.

Bomba:
Not bad be alone.

Patricia Harland:
Well, you're going to have company whether you like it or not.

Bomba:
Not like.

Patricia Harland:
That's fine. Then you can just take me back to my father.

Patricia Harland:
Who are you, anyway?

Bomba:
Bomba.

Patricia Harland:
Bomba? That's a funny name.

Bomba:
My name.

Patricia Harland:
Have you got a leopard skin I can have?

[Bomba starts to take off his loin cloth]

Patricia Harland:
Oh no, Bomba, you keep that one. Get me a little bigger one.

Bomba:
This best one.

Patricia Harland:
Well, I'm not fussy. Second best is good enough for me.

Patricia Harland:
I think I'd better get out of here. Before I decide to stay the rest of my life.

Bomba:
Not like home?

Patricia Harland:
That's just it. I like it too much.

Bomba:
Why not stay? All good here. All friends.

Patricia Harland:
Don't try to talk me into it. It'd be too easy.

[last lines]

George Harland:
That's strange. Him turning down all we have to offer for a for a hole in the hill, a flock of wild animals.

Patricia Harland:
I'm not so sure.