Jungle Book

English Girl: Look at that beautiful old man, what a lovely head. Mowgli: India is filled with old men, Memsahib English Girl: But not like the man with the yellow turban, His is like the head of John the Baptist. Subahdar: Memsahib, refers to the story teller. Buldeo: Are these silent monsters in peace with us. It is but a truce they keep with men. But I, who have seen the task stained red with blood. I could tell you a tale of the silent ones for a few coppers. For a bowl of rice. Buldeo: What would you do with my image memsahib English Girl: I would keep it, for a memory of India Buldeo: Verily, you will have all India in your picture. Nay, you would have The Book of The Jungle to read in my eyes.

Jungle Book (1942 film), CC BY-SA 4.0

English Girl: Poor little thing. Poor little Nathoo. And that poor mother. Buldeo: Poor mother! Is it every woman who can have a wolf nurse her baby for her? English Girl: Do you believe that, Subahdar? Subahdar: Oh, yes Memsahib. And his Excellency, your father, has many records of wolf children from Indian Hills. It is true. Buldeo: True?, in the beginning, was it not written That the she wolfs love the children of man? Were not the wolfs the foster parents of many a child in India? Little, naked and bold; the man's cub enter the wolf cave. Ahai. He felt just at home with the cubs as at his mother side. Lost, and tired, he fell asleep among his brothers of the jungle. Akela, the father wolf, and Raksha, the mother wolf, knew that Shere Khan was prowling outside looking for the men's cub. So they took him to the family. He grew up with the cubs. They call him Mowgli.... the little frog. Father Wolf taught him his business until every rustle in the grass meant just as much to him as to

Jungle Book (1942 film), CC BY-SA 4.0

Mowgli: What happen to him? Mahala: My father shot him. Mowgli: We missed you six months ago. He was Baloo's cousin. He has no men for an enemy. Mahala: But my father kills any bear he sees. Mowgli: Why? Mahala: Because he is a great hunter. Mowgli: He kills them even when his not hungry. Mahala: Hungry? We don't eat bears. Mowgli: Then why did he bring him here? Mahala: To show how brave he is. And my father was very brave to kill that tiger Mowgli: That old tiger. He lived on lizards and rats. He was too old to hunt rabbits. He must die in his sleep. Mahala: I see. You could be kill a bear and a tiger in one shoot Mowgli: I kill Baloo's cousin? I've gone fishing with him. Mahala: Fishing with a bear? How can be a bear beat a fishhook? Mowgli: He looks in the river, he sees the fish he wants, and then.... WHOOSH! He knocks it out?

Jungle Book (1942 film), CC BY-SA 4.0

Buldeo: So I didn't have my revenge after all. I became no Maharaja of a mighty city. Even the little village burned to the ground. In my struggle with the jungle, as you see my lords I was beaten. English girl: And then, what happened then, what became of Mowgli and your daughter? And how did you escape from the fire Buldeo: That, Memsahib, is another story.

Jungle Book (1942 film), CC BY-SA 4.0