:19:00
An old buffalo charged.
:19:02
First barrel misfired,
and we danced around a bit.
:19:05
- That's one way to die, isn't it? Dancing.
- I don't know.
:19:10
- Where did you get yours?
- What?
:19:12
Your scars.
:19:16
You've got them,
though they're not visible.
:19:20
Sorry. I'm a nosy old idiot, my dear.
:19:24
You're pretty smart.
Nice, gentle smart, though.
:19:29
Someday when I know you better
I'll tell you all about it.
:19:33
Listen to old Trader Horn out there.
"Attaboy. Chop, chop, bwana master. "
:19:37
- All packed, Kelly?
- My, we're busy as.... Packed?
:19:40
The boat's here in 10 minutes.
Muntala'll take your luggage to the dock.
:19:44
Animals ready for loading, Brownie?
:19:48
Yes.
:20:36
Hi, sweetie.
:20:42
Hello, baby.
:20:45
Come and say goodbye to your mommy.
:20:47
Your mommy's going home.
:20:51
Now, you be a good little boy.
:20:53
Wash behind your ears every day,
and eat all your nice raw potatoes...
:20:57
...so you'll grow up to be
a big, fat elephant.