Sheena: Queen of the Jungle

Bob Rayburn:
Insurance is like betting. It started out with ships full of cargo, understand?

Andy Howard:
Yes! Only the cargo owners bet the ship is going to sink.

Sheena:
Why?

Andy Howard:
[to Bob] Why?

Bob Rayburn:
Because they didn't want it to sink.

Sheena:
Why bet?

Andy Howard:
Why, because if it does sink they want to be paid for the cargo.

Sheena:
Who pay?

Bob Rayburn:
The insurance company.

Sheena:
Why?

Bob Rayburn:
Why.

Bob Rayburn:
[to Andy] You take it, lad.

Bob Rayburn:
Careful, the bull spotted us.

Chuck Davis:
Man, look at the size of him!

Bob Rayburn:
Where do you think you're going?

Chuck Davis:
I want to get closer.

Bob Rayburn:
Not while he's guarding those cows. He'll charge!

Chuck Davis:
Yeah, that'll make a a swell picture, won't it?

Chuck Davis:
My editor wants action. If he wanted routine stuff, he'd send me to a zoo.

Bob Rayburn:
They didn't tell you to commit suicide, did they?

Chuck Davis:
Look, I've shot everything from headhunters to Hollywood starlets. I know what I'm doing.

Bob Rayburn:
So do I. If you want a close-up of that bull, use your telephoto lens.

Chuck Davis:
You agreed to take me into Watahelee country!

Sheena:
Watahelee!

Bob Rayburn:
Yeah, Wonder Boy here thinks he can talk them into photographing their voodoo rites.

Chuck Davis:
Watahelee believe in voodoo, too. When they want to kill somebody, they made a doll and stick pins into it or something.

Sheena:
That's true.

Chuck Davis:
But does it work?

Bob Rayburn:
Of course it works - on anyone who believes in voodoo.

Sheena:
Watahelee dangerous.

Chuck Davis:
Yeah?

Bob Rayburn:
Yeah! Every so often they go on a voodoo rampage, raid neighboring villages and capture and kill anyone they get their hands on.

Chuck Davis:
When do they have these wingdings?

Bob Rayburn:
Well, I suspect its whenever the witch doctor thinks he's slipping and wants to strengthen his position by voodoo magic.

Sheena:
No one goes into Watahelee country now.

Chuck Davis:
No? I'd like to see anyone stop me.

Bob Rayburn:
Then turn around.

Bob Rayburn:
You heard Sheena. No one goes into Watahelee country at a time like this.

Chuck Davis:
You're afraid - is that it?

Bob Rayburn:
Maybe - and maybe it's just common sense.

Bob Rayburn:
They caught up with him all right. Maybe next time he'll listen to reason - if there is a next time.

Bob Rayburn:
Chuck's my responsibility. I can't let you go on.

Sheena:
Two better than one against so many.

Bob Rayburn:
Tamaru, I'm warning you...!

Tamaru:
Talk loud, Bwana, but no one hear you!

Tamaru:
You say voodoo magic does not work. Tamaru paint body with poison made from tahinga vine. Poison go through skin. You die from poison, not because Manyka drives spear into foolish clay image. Now you know secret of voodoo magic.

Bob Rayburn:
Chimp!

Doctor Carr:
He's trying to tell us something!

Bob Rayburn:
He wants us to follow him. Sheena must have sent him!

Bob Rayburn:
Dr. Carr was right. The Maranis do have guns.

Sheena:
Guns *and* sickness. We must stop both before they fill the jungle with death.

[fearing that Bob and Sheena have them in a crossfire, the evil tribesmen flee their camp]

Bob Rayburn:
Sheena, where'd you get the gun in the truck?

[Sheena points to a jack handle]

Sheena:
That my gun.

Bob Rayburn:
Sheena, you're the eighth wonder of the world!

Tax Collector:
I've waited long enough. Let's get on with it.

Bob Rayburn:
This is no time to bother the Scari. Can't it be postponed.

Tax Collector:
Not my fault their chief picked this time to die. If they paid their taxes as the law requires, I wouldn't be here.

Bob Rayburn:
Yes. This must be such an inconvenience for you.

Tax Collector:
You needn't be sarcastic, Mr. Rayburn. I merely serve Her Majesty's government.

Bob Rayburn:
If Her Majesty knew how you served, you'd be thrown out on your ear!

Tax Collector:
Why don't you... concentrate on being a guide.

Mantu:
Tell my father...

Sheena:
Mantu, your father died last night.

Mantu:
Then Mantu is chief now. I must go to my people.

Sheena:
No, Mantu. You outlaw now.

Commissioner:
And they had the gall to call themselves public servants. Well, I'm afraid Garth will discover Her Majesty's government takes a very dim view of this type of hoax.

Sheena:
Good for her!

Bob Rayburn:
Good for who?

Sheena:
Her Majesty's government.

[last lines]

[Chim puts a a pith helmet on the head of Sheena's prisoner]

Sheena:
Witch doctor crown Mantu, Mantu crown Chim and Chim crown Garth.

Bob Rayburn:
Hello, Lewis.

Eddie Lewis:
Well, if it isn't the Great White Hunter himself. What brings you out here?

Bob Rayburn:
I'm looking for you.

Eddie Lewis:
Am I supposed to feel honored?

Bob Rayburn:
I'm doing a favor for the commissioner - and you.

Bob Rayburn:
Doctor, as a safety precaution, all safaris entering the interior customarily file a report with the commissioner detailing its route, destination, purpose of trip and estimated return date.

Eddie Lewis:
We didn't forget.

Bob Rayburn:
I don't understand.

Eddie Lewis:
Where we're going is nobody's business but our own.

Eddie Lewis:
Listen, I've got a good thing going here. If you mess it up, you won't even live to regret it.

Bob Rayburn:
You should have stopped to rest. The sun's pretty rough.

Sylvia Heller:
I can't rest. You don't know this man Lewis.

Bob Rayburn:
I'm afraid I do, Miss Heller. What kind of hook has he baited for your father?

Sylvia Heller:
A fantastic story of some tribe that knows the secret of long life. They're supposed to live for hundreds of years because of some mysterious food they eat and drink.

Dr. Mitchell Heller:
How far do we have to go?

Eddie Lewis:
A couple of days. No more.

Dr. Mitchell Heller:
A week ago it was a couple of days, three days ago it was a couple of days and now it's still a couple of days.

Eddie Lewis:
This is the jungle, not Route 66 back in the States!

Eddie Lewis:
Well, Heller, you've certainly fixed this up good. Just when I was within reach of my hundred thousand dollars.

Dr. Mitchell Heller:
Don't worry, we'll get that secret. There's nothing I can't buy.

[Heller brandishes his checkbook]

Sheena:
Maybe the Ancient One and his people not need your money.

Ancient One:
You came here for the secret of long life. You shall have it. It is here. You drink it and you will know the secret, but the secret will kill you - for to drink it and live, you must start as a child like I did over three hundred years ago.

Sheena:
Sheena bring this trouble to your temple; Sheena will return your treasure to you!

Dr. Mitchell Heller:
I realize now how obsessed I was by the idea of long life, but I know now that a life is not measured in years, but in deeds.

[Bob prevents Clay from shooting Sheena's chimpanzee]

Roger Clay:
Keep that beast away from me!

Bob Rayburn:
He's Sheena's pet! He won't hurt you.

Sheena:
Why you try to kill Chim?

Roger Clay:
Not my idea of a pet.

[Virginia concludes her reasons for believing the people killed in a jungle plane crash were her parents]

Virginia Clay:
Sometimes I used to think that memory of a plane crash was just a dream until I saw those names.

Roger Clay:
I was wrong, young lady. I suggested you become a writer; I'd like to change that. You should become an actress.

Virginia Clay:
Why won't you believe me? Why would I lie to you?

Roger Clay:
Because the same article said that my dead brother left an estate of fifty thousand pounds. People have been know to lie for such a sum.

Roger Clay:
This Masai tribe - are they peaceful?

Bob Rayburn:
That all depends.

Roger Clay:
On what?

Bob Rayburn:
On what they think you're looking for and how you go about looking for it.

Roger Clay:
Why were they frightened of the elephant?

Sheena:
Elephant with one tusk taboo.

Bob Rayburn:
They're gone - but not far and not for long. They'll be stalking us from now on. We'll have to move along.

Roger Clay:
Aren't you going to turn back?

Bob Rayburn:
They'll attack us whatever way we move. Our best chance is to pass Kitmanju waterfall and gamble on running into a trader safari on the veldt.

Roger Clay:
Then I demand you send me back with half the bearers!

Bob Rayburn:
I can't do that, Clay. There aren't any bearers.

Virginia Clay:
What do you see? The elephants?

Bob Rayburn:
No, that clump of trees over there. They don't run deep and there's a clearing just beyond - a large one. Your father must have tried to set the plane down in a clearing. The tops of two of those trees were sheared off some time ago. You can see the jagged breaks where something hit them. We'll have a look.

Sheena:
Look!

[Sheena points at a one-tusked elephant]

Bob Rayburn:
Yes, the god of the Masai. Men must respect each others' gods.

Sheena:
What frightened him?

George Carver:
I don't know what hit him. Look here - it seems to have driven him into a frenzy.

Sheena:
A leopard? This made by man, not leopard!

George Carver:
Leopard Men?

Sheena:
Catch him! Great danger!

[Bob prevents Helfer from shooting Sheena]

Bob Rayburn:
Sheena! Sheena, wait!

Mark Helfer:
Why did you stop me? Look what she did!

Bob Rayburn:
Sheena didn't do this.

Mark Helfer:
Sheena? So that was Sheena. I always thought she was just a legend.

Bob Rayburn:
Sheena's no legend. An animal did this... or a Leopard Man.

Mark Helfer:
What did you say - a Leopard Man? Ha! Another of those jungle stories. A Leopard Man...

Chief Hafu:
Leopard Man very bad.

Bob Rayburn:
The Leopard Men started over a hundred years ago in Liberia - a bunch of outlaws: men cast out by their own tribes. In Liberia, the giant leopard is king of the jungle and to belong to the Leopard Society a man first has to prove his fitness by killing a leopard bare-handed. He's supposed to get the leopard's strength an cunning. The Society of Leopard Men are sworn to kill, murder and rob.

Mark Helfer:
I've heard the story - never thought much about it. So many fantastic tales have come out of Africa.

Bob Rayburn:
Africa is a fantastic continent.

Sheena:
You killed jungle people to get mine!

Mark Helfer:
Looks like I'm going to have to kill a few more.

Bob Rayburn:
Carver's uranium - that's what you're after!

Mark Helfer:
Right, boy. George Carver has it all to himself - until now. But with the natives scared to work, I think I can take over George Carver's uranium mine. When I move my people in and open it up, we'll ship out quite a bit of that stuff... but not to America or Europe.

Bob Rayburn:
You're no more Swiss than...

Mark Helfer:
That's right. A Swiss nationality is very convenient. It's become so useful.

Sheena:
Bob make roar like lion, but have good heart.

Turpin:
You couldn't have been much of a circus strongman, Kendall, getting taken by a girl.

Bull Kendall:
If you're so terrific and such a great magician, why don't you make yourself disappear?

[Bull explains why he wants to capture, not kill, Sheena's chimpanzee sidekick]

Bull Kendall:
We're going to use him for bait. I'm not so dumb; I have a pretty high IQ.

[Bull's henchmen glance at him in amusement]

Bull Kendall:
Well, I was younger then.

[Sheena, Bob and Mr. Evans try to convince Helen to stay with them in the jungle]

Mr. Evans:
I wish you'd change your mind about leaving. We'd sure like you to stay.

Sheena:
Yes!

Bob:
Yeah, sure!

Mr. Evans:
That makes it a-a, you know what I mean... anonymous!

[last lines]

[Chimp, Sheena's chimp, takes a bottle of Helen's perfume and flees the trading post]

Sheena:
Chimp, come back!

Helen Kendall:
That's all right, Sheena, let him have it. It may make him very popular in the jungle.