West of Zanzibar

Phroso 'Dead-Legs':
I've been waitin' for you.

Mr. Crane:
Word comes to me that it's you who's been stealin' my ivory.

Phroso 'Dead-Legs':
And I intend to pay you for everything.

Mr. Crane:
Phroso... the magician!

Phroso 'Dead-Legs':
Right you are... Mr. Crane!

Mr. Crane:
Come on! What's this all about? What are you wrecking that girl for?

Phroso 'Dead-Legs':
You'll find out. That's why I brought you here.

Phroso 'Dead-Legs':
That's Anna's child! YOUR DAUGHTER!

Phroso 'Dead-Legs':
When I found Anna... she was dead! And that brat of yours was with her!

Phroso 'Dead-Legs':
I had her raised in the lowest dive in Zanzibar... so you could be proud of her!

Phroso 'Dead-Legs':
And now I've got a real treat comin' for her... and her father!

Mr. Crane:
You're her father... not ME! She's... your daughter! YOURS!

Mr. Crane:
Now listen! Your wife never went away with me... Do you hear? She never went away with me!

Mr. Crane:
When she found out what I did to you... she hated me!

[first lines]

Phroso 'Dead-Legs':
Ashes to ashes! Dust to dust!

[members of the tribe parade around in Maizie's clothing]

Phroso 'Dead-Legs':
I'm so sorry. I thought you'd gone away, so I gave them your clothes.

Maizie:
There's nothing too low for you to do, is there?

Maizie:
Yes, I know. I'm too sweet and pretty for a dump like this. I've heard that before.

Bumbu:
Me do like you say. Me tell white trader you steal ivory. Three days he be here.

Phroso 'Dead-Legs':
Now, go tell tribe! White trader white girl's father.

Doc:
Take this, it will make you feel better.

Phroso 'Dead-Legs':
Break that glass! I might drink out of it... by mistake!

Phroso 'Dead-Legs':
I'm particular who I eat with. Feed her on the floor!

Doc:
I'm down pretty low, but not so far that I'll stand for this.

Phroso 'Dead-Legs':
Yair? Well, you'll stand for anything *I* say.

Maizie:
Say, Mister! Don't get in trouble on account of me.

Doc:
I'll eat with her. I'm particular about who I eat with, too.

Phroso 'Dead-Legs':
Get Doc in here to fix my back!

Tiny:
Don't let him cut into you tonight. He's full of that stuff.

Doc:
You're only a kid. You've still got a chance to be anything you want.

Maizie:
So have you... if you'll get hold of yourself. You're not old.

Doc:
Not old? From all I've seen and done, I'm as old as Santa Claus.

Maizie:
How did God ever put a thing like you on this earth?

Babe:
He's dead! That means the girl goes with him!

Doc:
If she she's going, Dead-Legs will go first!

Bumbu:
We come get white girl!

Phroso 'Dead-Legs':
We make her ready for funeral here. Bring tribe. White girl funeral always have box.

[last lines]

Phroso 'Dead-Legs':
Evil Spirit come... take white girl.

King Lunkaboola:
No believe!

Phroso 'Dead-Legs':
[speaking to the newly deceased Anna] He told me you loved him. That's why I never followed you. For all the suffering he brought her... he's going to pay! I'll find him! I'll make him pay! He and his brat will pay!

Tiny:
The idea, Babe... wastin' our good gin on them cannibals.

Babe:
We've got the gin, Tiny! I put kerosene in that bottle!

Tiny:
Dead-Legs is crazy to keep stealin' that bloke's ivory! He'll get nailed, sure!

Doc:
We're the ones who are crazy! We'll get nailed... not him!

Doc:
Dead-Legs, we've robbed that trader of plenty. Let's beat it before he gets us.

Phroso 'Dead-Legs':
No. I'm even goin' to send him word where to find the man who's robbin' him.

[Doc starts to speak in protest]

Phroso 'Dead-Legs':
I said *No!* He made me this thing that crawls... now I'm ready to bite!

Tiny:
Yair, bite! I'll bet that's what the cannibals did to Babe!

Doc:
Dead-Legs, if you keep bringin' those black-birds here for your daft shows... they'll tumble to our game.

Phroso 'Dead-Legs':
Forget it, Doc! Get my box of tricks.

Doc:
We'll end up being a mess of chops for those cannibals.

Phroso 'Dead-Legs':
Chops, nothin'. I'm goin' to be king of the whole pack!

Babe:
You're lucky! You're just in time to see a big native funeral! Dead-Legs is chief Evil Spirit chaser 'round here.

[a frightened widow is made ready for a funeral pyre]

Babe:
It's a lovely custom. When a man dies, they always burn his wife or daughter with him!

[Maizie laughs hysterically with fright]

Babe:
That's the law of the Congo... and nothin' can change it.

Doc:
You're a puzzle, Dead-Legs. One minute you're a fiend and the next... you're almost human.

Phroso 'Dead-Legs':
You ain't here to understand me, Doc. You're here 'cause I need you to keep me crawlin'.

Doc:
At that, I guess it's healthier to be with you than against you.

Maizie:
Why let him feed you with that stuff? You look as if you used to be somebody.

Doc:
Let's not talk about that. Just seeing you has made me do enough thinking.

Maizie:
Funny world. You tryin' to forget who you are... and me tryin' to find out who I am.