Jungle 2 Jungle1997

[Michael is riding a skiff taxi on the river to visit Patricia and is dipping a handkerchief in the water too cool himself off]

Skiff piloter:
Nah, I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Michael:
Oh, and why not?! [Feels things biting his hand]] Oh! [He pulls it out to discover piranhas chomping on fingers and handkerchief and starts stomping at the fish]

Skiff piloter:
[They arrive at the Pinare indigenous village] Lipo Lipo. So nice they named it twice.

Michael:
Oh, my God. She left me for Gilligan's Island! [Boat is beached and Michael gets out] Great. I'll be right back.

Skiff piloter:
Not long. I have an appointment.

Michael:
You have an appointment? Well, if it's the cable guy, you got plenty of time. [To children] Okay. Hi, um.. I'm.. I'm Michael Cromwell. I'm looking for Patricia Cromwell. You know Patricia Cromwell? She's a doctor. No, a woman. Like me, but, but... full-figured.

Lipo Lipo children:
Paliku. Paliku.

Michael:
Pali who?

Lipo Lipo children:
Paliku. Paliku?

Michael:
Where is she?

Lipo Lipo children:
Paliku. Paliku! Paliku!

Michael:
[Children bringing Michael to Patricia] Yes, I heard you. Okay, okay. [Michael enters hut and Patricia appears] Patricia. Mmm. You look different.

Patricia:
Michael. You made it.

Michael:
Um, yes, I did.

[Patricia speaks Pinare to a man leaving checkup]

Michael:
You look good.

Patricia:
So do you. How've you been?

Michael:
Better. Much better. Weren't you supposed to meet me in Canaima last night?

Patricia:
Botako's having her first litter.

Michael:
[To a heavy set mature adult Pinare woman] Congratulations.

Patricia:
Not her. [Referring to Pinare woman] This is Pontspie. Pontspie, [Gestures to Michael and speaks Pinare to Pontspie]

Michael:
Mmm.

Patricia:
[Refers to sow giving birth] This is Botako.

Michael:
As much as I hate to spoil this joyous event, I took an airplane from New York City! I have a boat waiting! You remember the divorce?! Patricia?!

[Pontspie speaks Pinare in a sexual tone to Michael]

Michael:
Patricia!

Patricia:
Paliku. My Pinare name is Paliku. We pick our own names here.

Michael:
Do you remember 12, 13 years ago, maybe, when out of the blue, we weren't even married a year, and you walked out on me!

Patricia:
And now you want a divorce, and you think I'm gonna hit you up for money.

Michael:
We both want a divorce, and aren't you?

Patricia:
I don't want any money.

Michael:
Great! We can get to Caracas now. That way we can sign divorce papers. I can be back in New York by Friday.

Patricia:
Tomorrow is the Fanenteyou celebration. I have to be here. [Holds up piglet] Ooh. It's a male!

Pontspie:
Ay!

Michael:
As much as I'd like to stick around for the circumcision, I've got a canoe waiting, and my boatman has an appointment.

[Children peak heads in and announce the boatman's departure]

Patricia:
Your boatman is gone.

Michael:
What?! Wait, wait, wait, wait! Tell him to stop!

Skiff piloter:
[Taking off] Hasta la vista!

Michael:
Hey, stop! You can't leave me here! What you're doing is very unprofessional! [Notices the villagers are going through his luggage and scattering them] Oh, no. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Come back here! Hey, hey, hey! I'm gonna need all these clothes back, right where they came from, all right? [Grabs electric clippers] Aw, this is a Braun! What about my boat?!

Patricia:
He'll be back. Couple of days.

Michael:
Wh.. What am I supposed to do now?

Patricia:
The chief says you can spend the night with the bachelors.

Michael:
I'm not staying with the bachelors.

Patricia:
Or Pontspie offered her hut. [Pontspie uses piglet front leg to wave to Michael]

Michael:
Mm-mmm. Bring on the bachelors.