Jungle 2 Jungle1997

Michael:
Come on, come on, come on.

Patricia:
[Holds a plate of a dark paste to Michael] Hungry?

Michael:
I am starving. [Takes plate and reacts in extreme disgust] Oh.

Patricia:
It's yellow-eared bat, a Pinare specialty. It's made from the bladder.

Michael:
Oh, bat bladder. Holy Kaopectate! I don't think so.

Patricia:
You might prefer the kara toka.

Michael:
Yeah, right.

Patricia:
Chicken.

Michael:
I would prefer that. Thanks. Ready.

Patricia:
Excuse me. Hey, hey, hey, hey. Michael, I have to talk to you.

Michael:
Patricia, let's not, okay?

Patricia:
There's something that you don't know.

Michael:
Yeah, like why you left me.

Patricia:
Because of the fifth phone line.

Michael:
What is that supposed to mean?

Patricia:
One morning some guy showed up at our apartment to install a fifth phone line. He asked if I was the receptionist. And I realized that I had lost you somehow. I packed my things and I left you alone. I figured you'd be happier that way.

Michael:
You thought this would make me happy?

Patricia:
How long before you noticed I was gone?

Michael:
Why didn't you talk to me?

Patricia:
Talk to you?! I spent six months telling you I was unhappy.

Michael:
It was a crazy time for me. I just started working at L.T.G.

Patricia:
Michael.

Michael:
I had a straddled position in sugar. The price went up, it skyrocketed, I'm shorted..

Patricia:
Michael. Michael!

Michael:
What?

Patricia:
It's very hard for me to tell you this, so please listen.

Michael:
What choice do I have? I'm stuck here with you and the Village People... till you celebrate Banana-fana-fo-fana.

Attractive woman on computer:
Hello, you. [All villagers react excitedly] Ooohhh...

Michael:
Excuse me. [Puts hand on her shoulder and points up] The real world calls. [Walks to computer]

Attractive woman on computer:
Hello, you.

Patricia:
What I'm trying to say is that..

Michael:
Look, I was right. I was right!

Patricia:
I wasn't exactly alone when I left you.

Michael:
[Puts hand in ear to block her voice] 97 and a quarter.

Patricia:
Michael. Michael.

Michael:
I'm with ya. Coffee has gone crazy.

Patricia:
I didn't know it, but I was...

Michael:
97 and a quarter, 97, 97.. I'm gonna wait till 97 and a half.

Patricia:
...pregnant with your son.

Michael:
'Cause it's gonna happen. Waitin'. Papa is waitin'. Come to Papa, 97 and a half. Sold for a tidy $300,000 profit. God, it's good to be good! [Patricia walks away] What'd she say?!

Pinare man:
Hello, you.

Michael:
[Walking after her] Patricia... All right, Patricia. What did I do?!

Patricia:
I just told you that you had a son, and you didn't even hear me.

Michael:
What are you talking about? What son?

Patricia:
Your son. [Points to Mimi Siku telling a story to a Pinare boy] The boy sitting next to the fire over there is your son.

Michael:
[Pointing to him] That is my son?!

Patricia:
I must have started a thousand letters to tell you, but every one of them started with, "I know you never wanted children."

Michael:
This is nuts. This is nuts. This is unbelievable.

Patricia:
I was confused...

Michael:
This is unforgivable!

Patricia:
I'm not asking you to forgive me, but he didn't do anything, so don't blame him.

Michael:
That's my son?

Patricia:
[Nods her head] His name is Mimi Siku.

Michael:
His name is what?!

Patricia:
Mimi Siku. Mimi Siku. Roughly translated, it means... "Cat Piss."

Michael:
He picked the name "Cat Piss"?! He was six years old at the time. It's a territorial thing. You sure he's mine?

Patricia:
Positive. He's got your nose, and he thinks he's never wrong.

Attractive woman on computer:
Hello, you.

Michael:
No, no, no! Get away! No! Don't touch that! Don't touch that! No, don't touch that! [Computer shuts down due to low battery] Huh? [Holds up power cord] Oh. You wouldn't happen to have a place where I could stick that, would you?

Pinare man:
Hello, you.