:10:00
...I should like to volunteer.
:10:03
No newspapermen, thank you.
Anyone else?
:10:08
Lord Brass, proprietor of The Gazette,
will match Lord Roxton's offer.
:10:12
What?!
:10:14
- In that case, you're in!
- Have you gone mad?
:10:18
This might be the story of the century,
owned exclusively by The Gazette!
:10:22
- Not if he's a raving lunatic.
- Then keep me on obituaries forever.
:10:27
Never mind that, laddie.
You'll be writing your own.
:10:31
Well, Leo. What do you say?
Why don't you join me?
:10:34
Nothing on Earth would cause me
to risk my scholarly reputation
:10:39
by taking part in your ludicrous hare-brained
wild-goose chase of an expedition!
:10:45
(MAN) Professor Challenger.
May we have a word? The London Times.
:10:49
(CHALLENGER) Of course.
What would you like to know?
:10:52
- May I have your name, sir?
- Professor L Summerlee.
:10:57
You really don't have to do this.
You have nothing to prove.
:11:00
It's my responsibility to ensure
there's SOME proper science on this trip.
:11:04
Lord Brass expects a handsome return
on his investment. Make sure he gets it.
:11:09
I'll do my best, Mr McArdle.
:11:12
I should have sent Arkwright.
Well, you'll have to do.
:11:17
Don't come back
without a front page, Malone.
:11:23
(MCARDLE) I want a full accounting
of your expenses, down to the last penny!
:11:31
- Lord Roxton. A few words, sir?
- No questions. Thank you.
:11:35
Bye-bye.
:11:43
Oh, hello. How sweet of you to come.
:11:49
I do not expect to find dinosaurs, but I do
understand science is indigestible to people
:11:54
unless dressed up in a colourful package.
:11:57
Professor Challenger!
Do you really expect to see dinosaurs?