The Most Dangerous Game

'Doc' - Passenger on Yacht:
I was thinking of the inconsistency of civilization. The beast of the jungle, killing just for his existence, is called savage. The man, killing just for sport, is called civilized. It's a bit inconsistent, isn't it?

Bob Rainsford:
Now just a minute. What makes you think it isn't just as much sport for the animal as it is for the man. Now take that fellow, for instance. There never was a time when he couldn't have gotten away, but he didn't want to. He got interested in hunting me. He didn't hate me for stalking him anymore than I hated him for trying to charge me. As a matter of fact, we admired each other.

'Doc' - Passenger on Yacht:
Perhaps, but would you change places with the tiger?

Bob Rainsford:
Well, not *now*.

Eve Trowbridge:
Oh Martin, turn in early, please.

Martin Trowbridge:
Don't worry. The Count will take care of me.

Count Zaroff:
Indeed I shall.

[first lines]

Captain:
The channel's here on the chart, all right, and so are the marking lights.

First mate:
Then what's wrong with them?

Captain:
Those lights don't seem to be in just the right place. They're both a bit out of position according to this.

First mate:
Two light buoys means a safe channel between the world over!

Captain:
"Safe between the world over" doesn't go in these waters.

Bob Rainsford:
This world's divided into two kinds of people: the hunter and the hunted. Luckily I'm the hunter. Nothing can change that.

Count Zaroff:
We'll have capital sport together I hope.

Count Zaroff:
God made some men kings, some beggars. Me, He made a hunter. My hand was made for the trigger.

Count Zaroff:
Here on my island, I hunt the most dangerous game.