Jungle 2 Jungle1997

[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!