Jungle 2 Jungle

Andrew Kempster:
What kind of dumb name is Mimi Siku?

Jan Kempster:
Don't be rude. He probably thinks Andrew is a dumb name.

Andrew Kempster:
So do I.

Karen Kempster:
I think Mimi Siku is a nice name.

Andrew Kempster:
You would.

Dr. Patricia Cromwell:
His name's Mimi-Siku. Roughly translated, it means "cat piss".

Michael Cromwell:
Do you mean to tell me that you are walking around New York City with A MILLION DOLLARS IN A SUITCASE?

Richard Kempster:
That's it, Andrew, bite him! Use those crooked teeth!

[while canoeing on the river]

Mimi:
[pointing to toucan in flight] Hoko!

Michael:
Hoko; bird. Bird who can't sing: Hoko Ono.

Michael:
That's my son?

Patricia:
[nods her head] His name's Mimi-Siku.

Michael:
His name is what?

Patricia:
Mimi-Siku.

Michael:
Mimi Siku?

Patricia:
Roughly translated, it means "cat piss".

Michael:
He picked the name "cat piss"?

Patricia:
He was six years old at the time. It's a territorial thing.

Michael:
You sure he's mine?

Patricia:
Positive. He's got your nose, and he thinks he's never wrong.

Mimi:
[initiates Karen into his tribe] You Pinari now. Choose a name.

Karen:
Choose for me.

Mimi:
[thinks for a moment] Ukumay.

Karen:
What?

Mimi:
U-Ku-May.

Karen:
What does it mean?

Mimi:
It means "Sound of rain on river water."

Karen:
"Ukumay." It's pretty. [kisses Mimi, and they kiss passionately]

Richard:
[walking upstairs] Ring twice, knock once, ring three times. Okay.

Michael:
[sees video camera next to big wooden door] Oh, boy.

Richard:
So it is...

Michael:
What, what?

Richard:
Ring twice.

Michael:
Ring twice. [Michael rings doorbell] Got it, got it.

Richard:
Knock once. [knocks] And then you ring three times.

Michael:
You sure it's three?

Richard:
Yes, it's definitely three times. [Michael rings doorbell]

Michael:
Okay. [clears throat; nothing happens]

Richard:
Okay, so that's wrong. So we do, ring three times... [rings three times]

Michael:
I'm not sure--

Richard:
Knock once, and ring twice.

Michael:
No, it--

Richard:
Yeah.

Michael:
[sighs] We're gonna get shot.

Richard:
Uh-uh, it's gonna be fine. It's gonna be good. [nothing happens]

Michael:
That-that really worked great. I-I remember it differently now. I got what it is.

Richard:
All right, Mr. Wizard, take over.

Michael:
Ring twice.

Richard:
Take over.

Michael:
You knock once.

Richard:
And ring--

Michael:
[stops Richard] No-no-no, you do not, whatever you do, ring four times. [Holds up hand and indicates fingers to remind Richard of the man losing his fingers]

Jovanovic:
[from inside] Open damn door! Chort Vozmi!

[Michael is in the open outcry floor of the Stock exchange]

Trader 1:
Ten and a half!

Trader 2:
Nine fifty!

Trader 3:
Twenty-five! I'll take it!

Michael:
How's July?

Trader 4:
July how? July's at 95 and a quarter. Ninety-four and a half bid.

Michael:
Hey, bonehead, moron!

Trader 4:
Moron? Moron this. At 95. At 95.

Michael:
Keep your pencil to yourself! 94 and 3 quarter bid for 300.

Trader 4:
Sold, 300!

Michael:
Buy 300, yes!

Richard:
300, you idiot?! Get out of my way. 300 lots of coffee futures? You call that a hunch?

Michael:
No, Richard. I call that an opportunity.

Richard:
300 lots in this market is not an opportunity. It's a death wish.

Michael:
Oh, ye of little faith.

Richard:
Oh, no, no. Me of big mortgage.

Michael:
Hi, Maddy. What've you got?

Maddy:
Flight 109 leaving J.F.K., 1:00 p.m., arriving Caracas at 6:22 p.m.

Michael:
All right, all right.

Maddy:
Aw, come on. You're not still leaving, after what you did in there?

Michael:
I'm getting married to Charlotte. I need the divorce from Patricia.

Maddy:
Toiletries, shirts, socks..

Richard:
I don't believe this. You're gonna leave me with 5,100 tons of coffee?

Michael:
Richard, I put up with you because you're the best analyst on the Street.

Richard:
You give me that same patronizing little speech... every time you play one of your stupid hunches.

Michael:
Yeah? And what happens?

Richard:
I'm hospitalized, and the blood pressure medication is adjusted.

Maddy:
Uplink. You'll overnight in Caracas, then fly to Canaima the next morning.

Michael:
Thanks. [Gets in taxi]

Richard:
See ya in two days. Unbelievable.

[Michael's plane lands in Venezuela]

Michael:
This thing might be quicker if you used both engines!

Abe:
[Holds up sign] Senor Kromwell? Senor Kromwell?

Abe:
That'd be me, Michael Cromwell, with a "C." Senor Cromwell with a "C." I am Abe Botero with a "B," your attorney-at-law. I am outrageously pleased to meet with you.

Michael:
[Abe hugs Michael] Abe, Abe. Let me go.

Abe:
My car is right over here. Do you have any more luggage?

Michael:
I travel kinda light, Abe. So, what's the deal? Where is Patricia?

Abe:
Uh, we received this letter from your wife today. Senora Cromwell says that she could not come to Canaima, but she wants to get you to Lipo Lipo.

Michael:
Wait a second. I travel 3,000 miles to get here. She doesn't show up? What's that about?

Abe:
Abe has a saying: He who knows what a woman wants, knows everything, but not even God knows that.

Michael:
Okay. If that's the way she wants to play it, she's not gonna get a dime.

Langston:
If Cromwell should bother to call, put him through to my office! Has anybody seen that idiot Kempster around here? Kempster!

Richard:
[Hiding under desk] Michael, you have got to get back here tomorrow. Langston is going insane. Where are you?

Michael:
I'm staying in the middle of Nightmare on Bodega Street.

Richard:
If you don't get here, do I sell the coffee or do I hold it?

Michael:
No, no, no, no. Do not sell the coffee till I give you the go-ahead. Call me on the uplink as soon as London opens, all right?

Richard:
All right. Okay.

Langston:
Kempster!

[Michael is riding a skiff taxi on the river to visit Patricia and is dipping a handkerchief in the water too cool himself off]

Skiff piloter:
Nah, I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Michael:
Oh, and why not?! [Feels things biting his hand]] Oh! [He pulls it out to discover piranhas chomping on fingers and handkerchief and starts stomping at the fish]

Skiff piloter:
[They arrive at the Pinare indigenous village] Lipo Lipo. So nice they named it twice.

Michael:
Oh, my God. She left me for Gilligan's Island! [Boat is beached and Michael gets out] Great. I'll be right back.

Skiff piloter:
Not long. I have an appointment.

Michael:
You have an appointment? Well, if it's the cable guy, you got plenty of time. [To children] Okay. Hi, um.. I'm.. I'm Michael Cromwell. I'm looking for Patricia Cromwell. You know Patricia Cromwell? She's a doctor. No, a woman. Like me, but, but... full-figured.

Lipo Lipo children:
Paliku. Paliku.

Michael:
Pali who?

Lipo Lipo children:
Paliku. Paliku?

Michael:
Where is she?

Lipo Lipo children:
Paliku. Paliku! Paliku!

Michael:
[Children bringing Michael to Patricia] Yes, I heard you. Okay, okay. [Michael enters hut and Patricia appears] Patricia. Mmm. You look different.

Patricia:
Michael. You made it.

Michael:
Um, yes, I did.

[Patricia speaks Pinare to a man leaving checkup]

Michael:
You look good.

Patricia:
So do you. How've you been?

Michael:
Better. Much better. Weren't you supposed to meet me in Canaima last night?

Patricia:
Botako's having her first litter.

Michael:
[To a heavy set mature adult Pinare woman] Congratulations.

Patricia:
Not her. [Referring to Pinare woman] This is Pontspie. Pontspie, [Gestures to Michael and speaks Pinare to Pontspie]

Michael:
Mmm.

Patricia:
[Refers to sow giving birth] This is Botako.

Michael:
As much as I hate to spoil this joyous event, I took an airplane from New York City! I have a boat waiting! You remember the divorce?! Patricia?!

[Pontspie speaks Pinare in a sexual tone to Michael]

Michael:
Patricia!

Patricia:
Paliku. My Pinare name is Paliku. We pick our own names here.

Michael:
Do you remember 12, 13 years ago, maybe, when out of the blue, we weren't even married a year, and you walked out on me!

Patricia:
And now you want a divorce, and you think I'm gonna hit you up for money.

Michael:
We both want a divorce, and aren't you?

Patricia:
I don't want any money.

Michael:
Great! We can get to Caracas now. That way we can sign divorce papers. I can be back in New York by Friday.

Patricia:
Tomorrow is the Fanenteyou celebration. I have to be here. [Holds up piglet] Ooh. It's a male!

Pontspie:
Ay!

Michael:
As much as I'd like to stick around for the circumcision, I've got a canoe waiting, and my boatman has an appointment.

[Children peak heads in and announce the boatman's departure]

Patricia:
Your boatman is gone.

Michael:
What?! Wait, wait, wait, wait! Tell him to stop!

Skiff piloter:
[Taking off] Hasta la vista!

Michael:
Hey, stop! You can't leave me here! What you're doing is very unprofessional! [Notices the villagers are going through his luggage and scattering them] Oh, no. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Come back here! Hey, hey, hey! I'm gonna need all these clothes back, right where they came from, all right? [Grabs electric clippers] Aw, this is a Braun! What about my boat?!

Patricia:
He'll be back. Couple of days.

Michael:
Wh.. What am I supposed to do now?

Patricia:
The chief says you can spend the night with the bachelors.

Michael:
I'm not staying with the bachelors.

Patricia:
Or Pontspie offered her hut. [Pontspie uses piglet front leg to wave to Michael]

Michael:
Mm-mmm. Bring on the bachelors.

Michael:
Come on, come on, come on.

Patricia:
[Holds a plate of a dark paste to Michael] Hungry?

Michael:
I am starving. [Takes plate and reacts in extreme disgust] Oh.

Patricia:
It's yellow-eared bat, a Pinare specialty. It's made from the bladder.

Michael:
Oh, bat bladder. Holy Kaopectate! I don't think so.

Patricia:
You might prefer the kara toka.

Michael:
Yeah, right.

Patricia:
Chicken.

Michael:
I would prefer that. Thanks. Ready.

Patricia:
Excuse me. Hey, hey, hey, hey. Michael, I have to talk to you.

Michael:
Patricia, let's not, okay?

Patricia:
There's something that you don't know.

Michael:
Yeah, like why you left me.

Patricia:
Because of the fifth phone line.

Michael:
What is that supposed to mean?

Patricia:
One morning some guy showed up at our apartment to install a fifth phone line. He asked if I was the receptionist. And I realized that I had lost you somehow. I packed my things and I left you alone. I figured you'd be happier that way.

Michael:
You thought this would make me happy?

Patricia:
How long before you noticed I was gone?

Michael:
Why didn't you talk to me?

Patricia:
Talk to you?! I spent six months telling you I was unhappy.

Michael:
It was a crazy time for me. I just started working at L.T.G.

Patricia:
Michael.

Michael:
I had a straddled position in sugar. The price went up, it skyrocketed, I'm shorted..

Patricia:
Michael. Michael!

Michael:
What?

Patricia:
It's very hard for me to tell you this, so please listen.

Michael:
What choice do I have? I'm stuck here with you and the Village People... till you celebrate Banana-fana-fo-fana.

Attractive woman on computer:
Hello, you. [All villagers react excitedly] Ooohhh...

Michael:
Excuse me. [Puts hand on her shoulder and points up] The real world calls. [Walks to computer]

Attractive woman on computer:
Hello, you.

Patricia:
What I'm trying to say is that..

Michael:
Look, I was right. I was right!

Patricia:
I wasn't exactly alone when I left you.

Michael:
[Puts hand in ear to block her voice] 97 and a quarter.

Patricia:
Michael. Michael.

Michael:
I'm with ya. Coffee has gone crazy.

Patricia:
I didn't know it, but I was...

Michael:
97 and a quarter, 97, 97.. I'm gonna wait till 97 and a half.

Patricia:
...pregnant with your son.

Michael:
'Cause it's gonna happen. Waitin'. Papa is waitin'. Come to Papa, 97 and a half. Sold for a tidy $300,000 profit. God, it's good to be good! [Patricia walks away] What'd she say?!

Pinare man:
Hello, you.

Michael:
[Walking after her] Patricia... All right, Patricia. What did I do?!

Patricia:
I just told you that you had a son, and you didn't even hear me.

Michael:
What are you talking about? What son?

Patricia:
Your son. [Points to Mimi Siku telling a story to a Pinare boy] The boy sitting next to the fire over there is your son.

Michael:
[Pointing to him] That is my son?!

Patricia:
I must have started a thousand letters to tell you, but every one of them started with, "I know you never wanted children."

Michael:
This is nuts. This is nuts. This is unbelievable.

Patricia:
I was confused...

Michael:
This is unforgivable!

Patricia:
I'm not asking you to forgive me, but he didn't do anything, so don't blame him.

Michael:
That's my son?

Patricia:
[Nods her head] His name is Mimi Siku.

Michael:
His name is what?!

Patricia:
Mimi Siku. Mimi Siku. Roughly translated, it means... "Cat Piss."

Michael:
He picked the name "Cat Piss"?! He was six years old at the time. It's a territorial thing. You sure he's mine?

Patricia:
Positive. He's got your nose, and he thinks he's never wrong.

Attractive woman on computer:
Hello, you.

Michael:
No, no, no! Get away! No! Don't touch that! Don't touch that! No, don't touch that! [Computer shuts down due to low battery] Huh? [Holds up power cord] Oh. You wouldn't happen to have a place where I could stick that, would you?

Pinare man:
Hello, you.

Patricia:
[She picks off a beetle crawling on Michael while asleep] Michael. [Michael wakes up surprised and falls out hammock] You all right?

Michael:
Yes. Put air bags in these things. What do you call this place again? The Surface of the Sun?!

Patricia:
Mimi said that you talked to him last night.

Michael:
I told him that I was his father, and he said something in Indian, and then he gave a girl a pot.

Patricia:
Giving a pot here is like giving flowers. It's a love gift. He's very popular with the girls.

Michael:
Maybe he is mine after all.

Patricia:
He is yours. Why don't you try again? He's going out on the river. Go with him.

Michael:
Maybe I can teach him about commodities. Based on what I learned in the bachelor hut last night, he could make a killing in gas futures.

Patricia:
Go.

Michael:
Is it the local fruit?

...

[While canoeing on the river]

Mimi:
[Points to a monkey] Baboon! Baboon!

Michael:
Huh? No, no, no, no. Monkey. Monkey.

Mimi:
[Points to a bird in flight] Toona. Toona.

Michael:
Oh. Parasite. No, uh, Mimi, um... [Paddles water with hand] Water? Wa.. [Holds up hand to reveal piranha on a thumb] Piranha. [Pulls the piranha off, throws it and holds thumb] Cut, infection, death ! Oh.

Mimi:
[Pointing to toucan in flight] Hoko!

Michael:
Hoko; bird. Bird who can't sing: Hoko Ono.

Mimi:
No, no, no. Hoko is toucan. Bird is pomoko.

Michael:
You speak English?

Mimi:
Paliku taught me.

Michael:
So, you understood everything I said last night.

...

[Michael and Mimi are walking through jungle]

Michael:
Is it much further? These shoes cost me $500. Whoa! [Snake rears up] Hey, hey, hey! [Mimi shoots snake] Good shot!

Mimi:
Buradu.

Michael:
[Mimi holds up snake to Michael] Okay.

Mimi:
Scared of snake?

Michael:
No, scared of snake bite. [Mimi drops snake into Michale's hands] Ugh. Eww. This buradu is dead, right?

Mimi:
Sleeping. We kill it before we eat it.

...

[Michael and Mimi are sitting around fire on beach and Mimi takes Michael's hand, plopping pasted into Michaels hand]

Michael:
No, no, no, no. I do not eat snake.

Mimi:
Lizard guts.

Michael:
Actually, the snake filled me right up.

Mimi:
No. I make it for you. Tastes good.

Michael:
Oh.

Mimi:
Now you here, you stay with me all the time?

Michael:
I'd like to, Mimi Siku, but I can't.

Mimi:
Why?

Michael:
I have a whole another life where I live.

Mimi:
Another son?

Michael:
No. You're the only son I have.

Mimi:
I'll teach you to hunt. Tomorrow I've got to go to my village.

Michael:
I'm a trader. That's what I do, okay?

Mimi:
[Holds up novelty lighter] This in your village, yes? Woman who hold fire up sky's butt?

Michael:
I've never had her described quite like that. Yes, she's in my village. We call her the Statue of Liberty.

Mimi:
When I'm a man, will you take me to Statue of Liberty?

Michael:
Sure. Why not ? Yeah. When you're a man, I'll take you to the Statue of Liberty.

Mimi:
[Holds out hand] Wakatepe?

Michael:
[Reciprocates gesture] Wakatepe.

Mimi:
Sleep time.

Michael:
Ugh. [A tarantula crawls onto Mimi's chest] Mimi, don't move! Don't move! There's a giant spider on you! Don't move! What's it doing? Oh, great! It's now comin' after me! Damn, it's chasing me. Stop, stop, stop! [Picks up rock and holds it up] I don't want to hurt you, but I will. I will crush you like... [Throws rock but misses sorely] a bug! Mimi, don't. No, no. I can handle this. Go to the village. Save yourself! [Walks onto log and tarantula follows] No, no, don't! Back! [He falls into water] Jesus!

Mimi:
[Mimi picks up tarantula] If you scream, Myteka attack. If you're calm, Myteka nice. But Kukuve always mean.

Michael:
Who's Kukuve? Huh? [Turns head to see alligator swimming to him] This place is a nightmare! [Runs full speed]

[Michael is at an evening Pinare ceremony around the fire]

Pinare children:
[Running past Michael] Baboon! Baboon!

Michael:
[To man with a turtle shell hanging from belt] Nice turtle.

Pinare children:
Baboon! Baboon!

Patricia:
The hair on your chest reminds them of a monkey. "Baboon" is your Pinare name.

Michael:
Baboon? That's the best they could come up with?

Patricia:
At first they wanted to go with "Man Who Must Be Smarter Than He Looks."

Michael:
If we get to pick our own names, I'd like to pick this: "Man Who's Extremely Well-Endowed."

Patricia:
Sorry. It's already taken. [Points to man surrounded by women]

[Pinare chief announces to tribe and holds up still smoldering branch from the camp fire to Mimi holds holds onto the branch for a few moments then lets go to cheers from the village]

Michael:
What's he sayin' to them?

Patricia:
The chief is telling the forest that Mimi's no longer a child.

Michael:
Are they finished?

Patricia:
Almost. But to become a tribal leader someday, Mimi has to perform a special task that the chief will give to him. He says he's very proud of Mimi Siku, and, as his father, you should be too.

Michael:
Well, I am very proud of him, considering the fact... that I just found out a couple days ago I had a son, and I'm standing about four feet from a witch doctor. [Witch doctor speaks and Michael hisses at him]

Patricia:
Mimi has the task of bringing fire back from the Statue of Liberty.

Michael:
Guy doesn't kid around, does he?

Mimi:
You promised to take me to New York when I become a man, Baboon.

Michael:
And when you're a man, I will.

Patricia:
In this tribe, he is a man, and he wants to go now?

Michael:
No. Tomorrow we fly to Caracas, we sign the divorce papers. Then I get in a big, steel bird and fly back to New York City.

Mimi:
Yakuza.

Patricia:
Did you promise to take him or not?

Michael:
Maybe. Mimi Siku, I have to be back on the exchange floor. I'm gettin' married. I cannot take you tomorrow.

Patricia:
Here, if you make a promise, you keep it. "Tomorrow," "Can't," "Maybe." These words don't mean anything to Mimi.

Michael:
You brought him down here to live with the Pirates of the Caribbean. Maybe you should have taught him better English.

Patricia:
This is the most important day in your son's life, and he wanted you here to share it with him, and now you're going to humiliate him in front of the whole tribe... by not keeping the first promise you ever made to him?

Mimi:
Baboon, I.. I want to go.

Michael:
Mimi Siku, I am.. I'm very sorry.

Mimi:
You made wakatepe with me. [Mimi turns and walks away past tribe]

[Michael is woken by flight attendant on the plane]

Flight attendant:
Excuse me, Mr. Cromwell, but the young man you're with is urinating on the exit door.

Michael:
Thank you.

Mimi:
[Sits down next to him] Me happy to be with you, Baboon.

[Michael and Mimi are at the airport in New York City and Richard has spotted them]

Richard:
Michael! Michael!

Michael:
[Introducing Mimi to the moving walkway] All right, we gotta get movin' here pretty.. Get on. It's just a moving sidewalk.

Richard:
[Walking alongside Michael and Mimi] Michael! Hey, Mike! Michael, how ya doin'?

Michael:
Richard, what are you doing here?

Richard:
I told Langston you had a reason. You do have a reason, right?!

Michael:
For what?!

Richard:
For holding on to the beans.

Michael:
What beans?!

Richard:
The coffee beans.

Michael:
You didn't sell them?!

Richard:
No.

Michael:
I told you to sell them at 97 and a half!

Richard:
[Stops in place and reels back with both hands on head] Oh, God, I'm dead! I'm gonna lose my house! Where will my children live?!

Michael:
Richard.. Excuse me. Richard. Why didn't ya sell?

Richard:
'Cause you didn't confirm, that's why!

Michael:
What?!

Richard:
You did not confirm.

Michael:
What's coffee doin' now?

Richard:
It's under 90 cents and gone limit down. [Michaels winces face in extreme displeasure and stamps foot]

Michael:
I asked you...! I told you...! To sell it at 97 and a half, and you can't do it 'cause I didn't say "confirm"?! You're an idiot!

Richard:
Look, for 15 years, Michael, you say "sell," I say "confirm!" Sell, confirm. Sell, confirm! You confirm, and I sell! You didn't confirm, so I didn't sell! [To Mimi] Look, kid, I've given to the rain forest, okay?!

Michael:
His name is Mimi Siku. He's my son.

Richard:
What do you mean, "son"?! You didn't have one when you left here three days ago!

Michael:
Well, apparently I did! He's Patricia's son! He's Patricia and my son!

[Michael is driving Mimi to his Manhattan office]

Mimi:
This your village, Baboon?

Michael:
Yep. This is my village.

Mimi:
It's big.

Michael:
Where are all the animals? Up in their offices, where they work.

Langston:
[Michael and Mimi are waiting in chairs and Langston sticks head out of office] Cromwell!

Michael:
Okay. [Hands Mimi a magazine] Take a look at that. [Puts up arms like a bodybuilder] Baboon must go fight the chief.

Langston:
[Speaking to Michael and Richard] Look at this! Cromwell, look at this. Coffee is at 88, and it's dropping like a brick! By tomorrow morning, it could be 85 or lower.

Richard:
Just wait it out. Something will happen. The market will turn around.

Langston:
But what if it doesn't?

Michael:
You remember what happened in '91?

Richard:
You can't always depend on a natural disaster.

Michael:
It doesn't have to be a disaster. We can hope for an assassination.

Richard:
Would you take it seriously for one minute?

Michael:
I'm trying to lighten this guy up.

Langston:
Stop it. Stop it! Now, come on. Behave yourselves here! Something better happen fast, or I'm gonna throw your butts out the window! What do you hotshots think about when you make these deals? You seem to have forgotten, Cromwell, that you... were investing the company's money. When you invest the company's money and win, the company's behind you. But when you screw up like this, you're both on the hook for any loss we take.

Michael:
That would be over a million dollars.

Langston:
[Michael has realized Mimi's pet tarantula Myteka appears heading to Langston] That's not my problem. And by the way, Cromwell, when somebody is playing with millions of dollars of my money, I generally like them in the country! This country!

Michael:
Stop yelling, please!

Langston:
[Myteka starts crawling up Langston's leg] This is still my office. I'll shout, I'll yell, I'll scream as much as I want. When I made you shareholders in this company, it was to share profits, not losses!

Michael:
[Stand up shouting] Not losses is right! We're not here to share losses! We're here to share profits. Profits! Profits!

Richard:
Huh?

Michael:
[Pointing to window] Look up! It's an alien circle with Mickey Rourke's picture in it. Look, look, look, look, look! Up, up! Look! Look up! Look up!

Richard:
He just found out that he has a son.

Michael:
Look, look, look, look, look!

Mimi:
Stop shouting, Baboon. Myteka kill chief.

Michael:
Catch the damn spider, will you, please? Mm. I-I-I said I was gonna go fight the chief, not kill the chief. Around here, only... postal employees kill chief. [Receptionist looks at Michael looking offended] Do you understand? [Walks back in office] Boy, whatever you do in Venezuela, do not try the chili del fuego.

[Michael is sitting in his vehicle with Richard and Mimi who spots a fly]

Richard:
And I say we should just wait it out.

Michael:
You're insane. Langston is right. We have to find a buyer for the coffee, cut our losses and get out now.

Richard:
[Mimi uses blowdart to kill a fly] Wow! Nice shot!

Michael:
[Hands back dart to Mimi] Put this away. Would you give me a few moments with Charlotte before you bring Mimi up?

Richard:
All right.

...

Charlotte:
Michael, you're back! Where's Brian? Brian, let's go.

Ian:
[To camera crew] Come on. Come, come, come.

Charlotte:
[They kiss] Mmm. I missed you. You never called me.

Ian:
We're here, but we're not "here," okay? Try to think of us as, uh, furniture.

Charlotte:
Just act natural. So, did you miss me, darling?

Michael:
I missed you very much.

Charlotte:
My pieces in the show were such a hit that Ian.. Michael Cromwell, this is Ian Finch-Chumley.

Michael:
Good to meet you, Ian.

Ian:
Hi, Michael.

Charlotte:
He's doing a profile on me for the Fashion Channel. He'll be following me from now through the spring collection, and he'll be covering the wedding as well. Isn't that fabulous?

Michael:
There's a Fashion Channel?

Ian:
Yeah.

Charlotte:
[Uses finger to turn Michael's head] Forget the camera. Just talk to me. They're furniture. Now, honey, did you get everything settled ?

Michael:
Yeah. Yes! Oh! Actually, um.. Actually, Patricia was very reasonable.

Charlotte:
So... what did you bring me?

...

[Michael gestures to cameraman to come closer to him and then gut punches him]

Cameraman:
Ow!

Richard:
So, Mimi, how old are you?

Mimi:
The roots of the Yomano tree... have broken ground three times in my life.

Richard:
So, I guess that would make you around..

Mimi:
Thirteen.

Richard:
Thirteen. Thirteen. You know, I have a daughter around that age. Karen.

Mimi:
Will I meet daughter?

Richard:
Yeah, yeah. She's just up at Charlotte's now. She's trying on her dress for the wedding. [Mimi is mingling with clam basket] What are you doing?

Mimi:
Feed Myteka.

Richard:
What's Myteka? [Mimi turns clam basket showing Richard Myteka and Richard slams his face against window screaming]

Michael:
Are you upset?

Charlotte:
You brought back a child. Everyone else I know comes back from South America with a bag of coffee.

Michael:
Well, I have ten million bags of coffee.

Charlotte:
I thought I'd bring back something with a little less caffeine. I have a show to prepare and a wedding to plan.

Michael:
That's months away. Honey? He's only gonna be here for a short while. [Mimi appears in the floor] Mimi.

Mimi:
Baboon.

Michael:
[Mimi and Richard appear] What have you done with Mr. Kempster?

Richard:
Excuse me! Michael! Do you know who Myteka is?!

Karen:
Daddy!

Richard:
Karen! Look at you! You look... beautiful! Angel on table!

Charlotte:
[With cigarette] Look at me. I'm smoking.

Ian:
The rain forest is a very hot issue. Being associated with this, uh, jungle bloke, it can only help you.

Charlotte:
Where's the rain forest?

Ian:
Brian, find out where the rain forest is.

Charlotte:
Right. Oh!

Michael:
Mimi Siku, this is Charlotte, and, uh, Charlotte, this is Mimi Siku.

Charlotte:
It's a pleasure to meet you, Mimi Siki. Mimi Siku. Mimi Siku.

Mimi:
This your female, Baboon ?

Michael:
This is my female.

Charlotte:
And as his female, I'd like to invite you... to dinner tonight with Fiona Gluckman. She's the fashion editor of Elle magazine. Very major. She wants to see the sketches for my wedding trousseau. And if you're available, I'd love for you to join us. Is there anything special you like to eat?

Mimi:
Lizard guts.

Charlotte:
Lizard guts?!

Michael:
Yes, but very lean. Great earrings. Honey!

Charlotte:
[Spots Mimi attempting to urinate in potted plant] Oh!

Michael:
[Runs over to Mimi] Whoa, whoa, whoa! Mimi, Mimi, Mimi. Do you remember what we talked about, using the toilet on the airplane? Let's continue to do that. I will find the men's room for him, and we will see you tonight. Come on, Mimi.

Charlotte:
Will he be wearing the loin cloth to dinner?

Michael:
I'll get him some clothes.

...

Michael:
[Toilet training Mimi] No, no, no, no. Don't, don't, don't. Before you pee, you lift the seat. After you pee, you put the seat back down. Females in tribe start war over this. Many deaths.

Richard:
[On phone'] Oh, that's very good. Very.. Bob Montgomery. That's wonderful. Listen. So, Bob, I'm standing with Michael Cromwell, and, you know, considering our long history together, you're the first person we wanna make this offer to. Are you ready? Fifty-one hundred tons of coffee beans. [Bob hangs up on Richard] We're dead. Okay?

Mimi:
[He is out on the exterior ledge of window]Baboon!

Effeminate designer:
[Sees Mimi] Ah! He's doing [[w:King Kong (1933 film)|a Fay Wray!] [He faints]

Mimi:
Baboon!

Richard:
Michael!

Michael:
[Sticks head out of window] Mumu! Mimi! Come back inside!

Mimi:
Statue of Liberty, Baboon.

Michael:
You do as I tell you. Get this!

Mimi:
Come look!

Michael:
No, no, no! Come back here! Mimi, Get back in here.

Karen:
Cool.

Ian:
[To Charlotte] Life happens around you!

Michael:
Move. Get outta my way. [Starts walking out of window] Come on. Mimi!

Charlotte:
Watch out, watch out, watch out.

Michael:
Mimi! Mimi!

Ian:
Get the wide-angle lens! Get out of the way, please!

Michael:
Mimi! Wait, wait, wait!

Mimi:
Statue of Liberty, Baboon. Statue not far, Baboon.

Michael:
Mimi, you stand right there.

Mimi:
We go now?

Michael:
We'll go tomorrow, okay? Whoa. Ahhh.

Mimi:
People down there so far from us.

Michael:
I'd like to keep 'em that way, okay? I'm gonna die up here.

Mimi:
Nothing bad happened, Baboon.

Michael:
I just hate heights. Whoa.

Mimi:
Oh. Pinare secret: [Moving Michael to wall] Don't look down.

Michael:
Just for the record, it's not that big a secret.

Mimi:
Yeah!

Michael:
[Brings Mimi inside and jabs finger repeatedly in Mimi's face] Don't you ever, ever, ever do that to me again! When I tell you to do something, I mean it! Do you understand me?!

Mimi:
Mimi Siku sorry.

Michael:
[Gets hold of Mimi and they start walking away] Come on. Come on. Come on.

Mimi:
Mm, sorry.

Michael:
I was just worried about you out there. I really was. All right? Well, um, we should go.

Mimi:
Baboon scared?

Michael:
Yes, Baboon scared. Baboon not know he could be so scared. Baboon's pants a little damp.

[Michael, Mimi and Charlotte are at Fiona's apartment]

Fiona:
Charlie, this is fabulous!

Michael:
Mimi, get down.

Charlotte:
[Referring to sketches] When I saw the shoulders on this gown, I plotzed. I said to myself, "Fiona, this.. this is the future of fashion."

[Michael and Mimi are setting the table]

Michael:
Oh, no. Remember what I told ya? Forks go on the left side. This side. Small fork on the outside. Take your Knife, put it over next to the spoon. The blade.. The blade in. Perfect. Yeah. Might wanna work on that one too.

Mimi:
In Lipo Lipo, we eat with hands.

Michael:
In New York, New York, we eat with forks.

Mimi:
When are we gonna eat?

...

Charlotte:
I'm famished! A little champagne? Gino, why don't you show her the bridesmaids sketches?

Fiona:
Show me, show me, show me, show me. Oh, I'm loving this!

Charlotte:
Ah! What is taking so long with the food? I'll give them a call.

Fiona:
I don't eat meat, I don't eat dairy or nightshade vegetables, and, of course, I don't touch preservatives.

Michael:
[Under breath] Obviously. [Charlotte shoulder butts Michael]

Mimi:
[To Charlotte] Cat fat.

Charlotte:
Mm-hmm.

Mimi:
We eat cat.

Charlotte:
Excuse me? [Door rings] That must be the food. Oh! Finally. Gino, Louis. Coming. [Slowly picks up the cat in a passive aggressive manner] We are not going to eat the cat.

Mimi:
Cat's job, feed people.

Michael:
No, not here. Here, cat's job is to sleep and lick crotch.

Fiona:
Oh, Charlie, it smells so good! I can't stand it! Of course, this is much too much for me. Did they forget my tiramisu? [They arrive in kitchen and Mimi is squatting on table eating cat food Oh, God!

Mimi:
This much tasty! Your female makes good food, Baboon!

Fiona:
[Starts gagging and Charlotte puts hand on Fiona's mouth and leads her away] Oh! [Michael stares at Mimi with a you-should-know-better-look with Mimi looking bewildered]

...

Fiona:
[From a distance] Oh, Louis, you are such a cliché.

Charlotte:
You had no right to change the rules.

Michael:
What rules?!

Charlotte:
When we talked about having children, we agreed that you would be my child and that I would be your child, and now I find out that you've had a child all along!

Michael:
Wait a second! Are you saying that I knew that I had a child?!

Charlotte:
Well, if I had a child, I certainly would have known!

Michael:
Hello! You're a woman! Of course you'd know! You're there when you have it! There's no magical bond between a father and son that spans the continents! The only reason I know I have a child is because you insisted...

Charlotte:
So now you're saying that you having a child is my fault?! I don't think so, Michael!

Michael:
Mimi's just visiting! I wanna show him a good time! After that, he goes back home, and we can go back to being the way we were... entirely wrapped up in ourselves!

Charlotte:
Promise?

...

[Michael is playing with Mimi's blowdart and pricks himself]

Michael:
Ow! [He then falls asleep leaning forward and Mimi lays a blanket over his back]

[In the morning, Mimi is lounging on balcony watching a French woman feeding pigeons]

French woman:
My little darlings. Ah. Ooh. Are your little bellies empty? Oh. Bonjour. Ah. Bonjour. We are all so happy today, n'est-ce pas? [Mimi shoots a pigeon out of the French woman's hand]

Michael:
What's goin' on up here? [To Mimi] Did you... [Brings Mimi inside]

French woman:
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go! Go! Go!

Michael:
Mimi, you can't do this! You do not kill birds around here for breakfast! If you're hungry, ask me. I bought some stuff for yah! This is what kids love! [Holds up cereal box] Cap'n Crunch.

Mimi:
What is?

Michael:
This is cereal! [Reading the ingredients on side of cereal box] It's just corn, brown sugar, yellow #5 and zinc oxide? They've added a sunblock to it. You pour this on this, and that's your breakfast. Enjoy yourself. [In Charlotte's bedroom] Charlie. Come on. Wake up, sweetheart. Wake up. Charlie. Bloomingdale's burned down.

Charlotte:
[Abruptly wakes up with a start] What?!

Michael:
Mimi's having breakfast out in the kitchen. I will be home before lunch. Bye.

Charlotte:
Wait. I can't watch him. Women's Wear is coming to the loft.

Michael:
You don't need to baby-sit him. He'll be fine. Now go back to sleep.

Charlotte:
Mmm.

Michael:
Mimi, I gotta get goin' here. [Mimi has poured the cereal and milk on the counter] No. No! This isn't.. No. No, it's not your fault. I didn't mention that you usually put this in a bowl.

Mimi:
When we go to Statue of Liberty ?

Michael:
Uh, tomorrow.

Mimi:
Tomorrow?

Michael:
I know I told you we were going today, but I can't today. I-I.. The Baboon's makin' some very big trades today.

Mimi:
Me go trade with Baboon.

Michael:
Baboon go alone. I'd like to be around you, but, but I'm obligated to go.

Mimi:
What means "obligated"?

Michael:
Obligated. It means... when you do something that you don't really wanna do.

Mimi:
Okay. Baboon obligated.

Michael:
And will you promise Baboon one thing? You won't shoot any more animals? And don't eat the cat. I'll bring food home.

...

Mimi:
[Searching for Myteka] Myteka? [Lifts up Charlotte's bedspread] Nice pushibushi.

Charlotte:
[Gets up with bedspread wrapped around her and runs out room] That is the last pushibushi you're gonna see around here, you little savage!

Answering machine Charlotte:
Hi, we're not here right now. Leave a message. We'll call you right back.

Michael:
Charlie. Pick up. It's me. You're probably in the bathroom, making yourself look beautiful. Um, I don't want you feelin' trapped by Mimi. Try to open up to him. Just don't leave him alone with the cat. I'll see you soon. I love you. Bye.

Charlotte:
[Charlotte spots Myteks crawling on a door and screams] Michael, don't hang up! Don't hang up! There's a spider! [Fighting off Myteka from under door with toothbrush] This can't be happening! This is a penthouse apartment!

Michael:
[Looking out window] It's got to be 15 years since I really looked at that statue.

Richard:
[On phone] Yes. Uh-huh. 11:00. We'll be there. Okay. What? Oh. Hung up. I found us a buyer.

Song lyrics:
...painted faces in the strangest places, tasting the fruits of our roots, this is also déja vu, or tell me is it really true, hit me like a puzzle, I ain't got a clue, Is this really my imagination, that I'm confronted with these altercations, yeah, gotta shake the tree...

[Mimi is climbing to the top of the Statue of Liberty when he loses his footing]

Woman:
Honey, go get help!

Song lyrics:
...leave it up to me, we are shaking the tree... [Mimi succeeds in climbing to top of Statue of Liberty]

...

Michael:
I should take some pictures of Mimi.

Richard:
You can never have enough pictures of your kids. We have, like, 400 albums. I've never looked at them, but they exist. It's good. Come on. Let's go.

Receptionist:
Michael, you have a call.

Richard:
I told you to hold all calls. Richard, it's the police. What?

Michael:
[Walking in street with Mimi] On top of everything else, didn't I tell you to wait in the apartment...

Mimi:
I want to see Statue of Liberty.

Michael:
I said we'd do that tomorrow.

Mimi:
You too busy for Mimi Siku! I want to see Statue to Liberty, I go.

Michael:
I've got a life here. I can't change everything just because you showed up.

Mimi:
Then why you bring me here?

Michael:
I was obligated.

Mimi:
You obligated be with me? [Runs off and alongside traffic with Michael in pursuit]

Michael:
Mimi. Mimi? Mimi! Mimi, come here! Stop! Come back here! Whoop! Mimi, I didn't mean that!

Mimi:
You said "obligated"!

Michael:
I didn't mean that. Now, stop! [Vehicle almost hits Mimi] Look out! Mimi, come on! Get out of the street! [Grabs Mimi] Come on! Get out of the street! [Pulls Mimi to sidewalk]

Mimi:
I want to go home. You not want Mimi Siku here!

Michael:
I want you here. I'm sorry. Look, stop, stop. Look. Sorry I said that stuff. I was just angry.

Mimi:
You always angry at me. "Don't do this! Don't do that!"

Michael:
This is New York. This is a dangerous jungle.

Mimi:
Mimi Siku not scared. Mimi Siku a man.

Michael:
No, you're not a man. You are an adolescent.

Mimi:
Adolescent?

Michael:
Yes. An adolescent. You don't have a wife. You don't have a family to support. You are free to do whatever you want.

Mimi:
You're an adolescent.

Michael:
What? No, no, no, no! I am not an adolescent. I'm a man.

Mimi:
I'm a man too.

Michael:
Not here you're not a man. You're a 13-year-old boy running around in a loin cloth.

Mimi:
I'm a man too!

Michael:
Okay, okay. You're right. You are a man. But you're gonna have to learn what men do in my jungle.

Mimi:
And you have to learn how to breathe when you run. [Michael gives Mimi a you-are-quite-brazen-to-be-that-condescending-look]

Michael:
Okay, first lesson. Ooh! You wanna go some place in my village, all you gotta do is wave your arm. Wave your arm. [Taxi pulls over]

Mimi:
Magic.

Michael:
Magic if he understands English. Fulton Fish Market on "ze" double.

Taxi driver:
Okay. [Speaks foreign language]

Morrison:
W-Where is he? Richard, this guy gets very upset when you're late.

Richard:
Yes, well, he's gonna be here. He's obviously delayed.. [Taxi pulls up] Here he is! Okay. Get your stuff. Get out the other side.

Michael:
Thank you very much.

Taxi driver:
You call this a tip?

Michael:
Mimi, watch traffic when you're comin' around.

Richard:
What took you...

Michael:
[Points up] We're meeting this guy at a fish stall?!

Richard:
No, he is above a fish stall.

Michael:
[Puts both hands on Richard and in sarcastic tone] Much better! [Walking through fish plant] Ooh! I love what they've done with the place!

Richard:
Let me tell you something. This guy has a lot of money. He's the king of caviar, and he's gonna save our asses. So you just play your hunches and let me play mine.

Man:
Okay, okay. Now, listen up. When you get to the top of the stairs, ring the bell once, knock twice, then ring three times. [Holds up hand to reveal missing the tip of his middle and ring fingers] Okay. Don't forget.

Michael:
What happened to his fingers?

Morrison:
He rang four times. Good luck.

Richard:
[Walking upstairs] Ring twice, knock once, ring three times. Okay.

Michael:
[Wees video camera next to big wooden door] Oh, boy.

Richard:
So it is...

Michael:
What, what?

Richard:
Ring twice.

Michael:
Ring twice. [Michael rings doorbell] Got it, got it.

Richard:
Knock once. [Knocks] And then you ring three times.

Michael:
You sure it's three?

Richard:
Yes, it's definitely three times. [Michael rings doorbell]

Michael:
Okay. [Clears throat; nothing happens]

Richard:
Okay, so that's wrong. So we do, ring three times... [Rings three times]

Michael:
I'm not sure--

Richard:
Knock once, and ring twice.

Michael:
No, it--

Richard:
Yeah.

Michael:
[Sighs] We're gonna get shot.

Richard:
Uh-uh, it's gonna be fine. It's gonna be good. [Nothing happens]

Michael:
That-that really worked great. I-I remember it differently now. I got what it is.

Richard:
All right, Mr. Wizard, take over.

Michael:
Ring twice.

Richard:
Take over.

Michael:
You knock once.

Richard:
And ring--

Michael:
[Stops Richard] No-no-no, you do not, whatever you do, ring four times. [Holds up hand and indicates fingers to remind Richard of the man losing his fingers]

Jovanovic:
[From inside] Open damn door! Chort Vozmi!

Richard:
Hi there. I am, uh.. Hi.

Alex:
Don't say a word. I know, I know. Let me introduce my comrades to you. Stand up. Thank you. Sit down. Come! We talk beans. Sit, sit. Coffee on market now 83 cents one pound. I pay you 85 cents one pound.

Mimi:
Why you take trade?

Richard:
Shh!

Mimi:
Uh, Michael. 85 cents more than 83 cents?

Michael:
Yes, it is.

Alex:
Tell wild child to shut up!

Michael:
Hey! He's just a kid. Listen, he's an unusual kid.

Alex:
Not now, Mama. So we have a deal then? I want guarantee the price not drop below 75.

Richard:
You got it.

Michael:
Wait a minute!

Alex:
There are no guarantees. This is speculation. I know speculation.

Richard:
He knows speculation, for heaven's sake. When can we expect payment? [Henchman slams briefcase on table and opens to reveal unbundled cash bills] This is lovely.

Michael:
Look, Richard, it's cash.

Richard:
Oh, my.

Alex:
Take!

Richard:
Look, um, would it be possible to talk to my partner in private?

Alex:
Of course.

Michael:
Richard, let's go.

Richard:
Ooh!

Michael:
It'll just take a moment. Richard, are you out of your mind? Now we're laundering money for the Russian Mafia?

Richard:
Yes, we are. And we'll iron it for them too.

Michael:
Him Big Buradu.

Richard:
Yes, he is.

Michael:
Come on, Mimi. Let's go.

Richard:
You cannot walk away on this, please.

Michael:
No deal.

Richard:
Think about this for one second!

Michael:
Just get us out of this.

Richard:
All right. Oh!

Alex:
[Appears to Richard] Problem?

Richard:
Oh, no. No, no. Not at all. Uh.. Mr. Cromwell had to take his son home. But he thinks you're a stand-up guy, Mr. J. He feels that..

Alex:
My name is... Alex Vasili Sergei Fyodor Jovanovic. Not Mr. J.

Richard:
It's a good name.

Alex:
[Extends hand for deal seal] We have deal?

Richard:
[Mimicking his accent] We... have... deal?

Alex:
[Louder and enunciatingly] We have deal?!

[Michael and Mimi are eating hotdogs]

Michael:
Mmm. Here you go. Thanks, buddy. Now this is America, huh? Mmm!

Mimi:
Tastes like lizard guts.

Michael:
Oh, lizard guts. [Throws hot dog in trash]

[Michael and Mimi are walking in Central Park]

Mimi:
Many tribes in your village, Baboon.

Michael:
Yeah, I guess there are.

Mimi:
[Spots a band] Music.

Michael:
What? What?

Mimi:
Come on, Baboon! We dance!

Michael:
I don't dance in public.

Mimi:
Come. I'll show you. [Mimi starts Michael dancing and everyone in the vicinity all join in dancing]

[Michael and Mimi arrive back at Charlotte's apartment]

Michael:
Pretty cool. I haven't danced like that since I was a little kid. Oh. You'll get used to those shoes. Huh? Here. Why don't you give her the flowers? Charlie, how'd that interview go? You home, Charlie?!

Charlotte:
Michael, I'm in here!

Michael:
Charlie?

Charlotte:
I've been in this bathroom for hours!

Michael:
Make sure you open a window!

Charlotte:
Michael! Michael, I'm being attacked by a giant spider!

Michael:
Oh! I can see it! Move away from the door! Move away from the door! [To Mimi] Grab this thing. Come on. Come on. Do something! I'm doing something. I'm gonna fight it. Stay away from the door! Look at that. Oh, it's a big one! It's a big one! Be careful! I'm gonna put it in the wastebasket. Don't come out here yet. It's still moving. [To Mimi] Put the thing back in its box. What?

Michael:
It's as big as an ox!

Mimi:
[Putting Myteka in clam basket] You bad girl, Myteka. Stay here.

...

Michael:
[To Charlotte] To him it's like a pet.

Charlotte:
No, no, no. A dog is a pet, Michael. A cat is a pet! Although for your son, a cat is a dietary supplement as well!

Michael:
We'll just keep him out on the balcony.

Charlotte:
How do you know it hasn't already laid eggs in the apartment?!

Michael:
I'll have the place fumigated.

Charlotte:
What if they miss one and it crawls into my ear... while I'm sleeping and lays its eggs in my brain?!

Michael:
We'll have to have them come back and spray again!

Charlotte:
This is serious! We have to move!

Michael:
You're blowing this out of proportion. [Opens door to Ian and sarcastically] Oh! Ian! Great! I've really missed you!

Ian:
Is Charlotte all right? Look, if something dramatic has happened, it should be on film.

Charlotte:
[Appears in foyer] I have a shoot tomorrow which I was unable to prepare for... because I was trapped in the bathroom all day by his son's pet spider. So I'll be spending the night at the loft to make up for lost time.

Ian:
So the appearance of little Mowgli is straining the relationship?

Michael:
Ian, you're furniture, and furniture doesn't talk!

Charlotte:
Furniture may not talk, Michael, but it listens, better than you do. I'm an artist, Michael. You look at something and see what it is. I look at something and see what it can be... and who can wear it. [She leaves]

Michael:
Charlotte.

[Michael is sitting with Mimi by window]

Mimi:
You all right? Charlotte's mad. She doesn't like me.

Michael:
No, no, no, no. Come on. It's not you at all. It's me. She's afraid of change.

Mimi:
Why did Paliku leave you, Baboon?

Michael:
Boy, um.. I probably took her for granted.

Mimi:
So now you're with Charlotte?

Michael:
Yes, I am.

Mimi:
Many females in your village, Baboon.

Michael:
Mm-hmm.

Mimi:
Why you pick only one?

Michael:
Well, when you pick one to love, it's very different. It's like there's a big picture of her in front of your face at all times. And the picture's so big you can't see any other females.

Mimi:
Well, I try harder to make Charlotte like me.