Komodo vs. Cobra

Sandra Crescent:
No reality TV show could compare to the horror and tragedy that's befallen this remote spot in the South Pacific. If there was ever an island you wanted to be voted off of - this one is it.

Capt. Michael A. Stoddard:
Ok, people, we're shoving off. Get comfortable. It's going to take a little while to get there.

Jerry Ryan:
How long, Captain?

Capt. Michael A. Stoddard:
About a three-hour tour.

Sandra Crescent:
Where have I heard that before?

[after they blow-up a komodo, another much larger one roars out in the distance]

Weeks:
What is that?

Major Frank:
It sounds like Mama.

Susan Richardson:
You know if we have to make a run for it, I'd leave that camera and equipment behind.

Sandra Crescent:
No way, not a chance. This is a career-maker right here.

Susan Richardson:
Provided somebody sees it.

Sandra Crescent:
Believe me, it'll be seen. The moment we dock somewhere civilized, this tape is going straight to the nearest broadcast station.

Susan Richardson:
That tape's not do you any good if you're in the belly of one of those giants.

Susan Richardson:
So, what do we do now?

Sandra Crescent:
If I had brought my guitar, we could all sing Kumbaya.

Susan Richardson:
"Lord come with me." That sure is appropriate.

Capt. Michael A. Stoddard:
Well, Ryan, if the helicopter's not there, maybe you could just pick us up in your hand and wade us back to Bora Bora.

Weeks:
What the hell is that?

Major Frank:
It's something I want dead.