Jungle 2 Jungle1997

[Michael is driving Mimi to his Manhattan office]

Mimi:
This your village, Baboon?

Michael:
Yep. This is my village.

Mimi:
It's big.

Michael:
Where are all the animals? Up in their offices, where they work.

Langston:
[Michael and Mimi are waiting in chairs and Langston sticks head out of office] Cromwell!

Michael:
Okay. [Hands Mimi a magazine] Take a look at that. [Puts up arms like a bodybuilder] Baboon must go fight the chief.

Langston:
[Speaking to Michael and Richard] Look at this! Cromwell, look at this. Coffee is at 88, and it's dropping like a brick! By tomorrow morning, it could be 85 or lower.

Richard:
Just wait it out. Something will happen. The market will turn around.

Langston:
But what if it doesn't?

Michael:
You remember what happened in '91?

Richard:
You can't always depend on a natural disaster.

Michael:
It doesn't have to be a disaster. We can hope for an assassination.

Richard:
Would you take it seriously for one minute?

Michael:
I'm trying to lighten this guy up.

Langston:
Stop it. Stop it! Now, come on. Behave yourselves here! Something better happen fast, or I'm gonna throw your butts out the window! What do you hotshots think about when you make these deals? You seem to have forgotten, Cromwell, that you... were investing the company's money. When you invest the company's money and win, the company's behind you. But when you screw up like this, you're both on the hook for any loss we take.

Michael:
That would be over a million dollars.

Langston:
[Michael has realized Mimi's pet tarantula Myteka appears heading to Langston] That's not my problem. And by the way, Cromwell, when somebody is playing with millions of dollars of my money, I generally like them in the country! This country!

Michael:
Stop yelling, please!

Langston:
[Myteka starts crawling up Langston's leg] This is still my office. I'll shout, I'll yell, I'll scream as much as I want. When I made you shareholders in this company, it was to share profits, not losses!

Michael:
[Stand up shouting] Not losses is right! We're not here to share losses! We're here to share profits. Profits! Profits!

Richard:
Huh?

Michael:
[Pointing to window] Look up! It's an alien circle with Mickey Rourke's picture in it. Look, look, look, look, look! Up, up! Look! Look up! Look up!

Richard:
He just found out that he has a son.

Michael:
Look, look, look, look, look!

Mimi:
Stop shouting, Baboon. Myteka kill chief.

Michael:
Catch the damn spider, will you, please? Mm. I-I-I said I was gonna go fight the chief, not kill the chief. Around here, only... postal employees kill chief. [Receptionist looks at Michael looking offended] Do you understand? [Walks back in office] Boy, whatever you do in Venezuela, do not try the chili del fuego.