Jungle 2 Jungle

Trader 1: 10<big>½</big>! Trader 2: 9.25! Trader 3: 25! I'll take it! Michael: How's July? July's how? Trader 4: July's at 95<big>¼</big>. Michael: 94<big>½</big> bid. Hey, bonehead, moron! Trader 4: "Moron"?! "Moron," this. At 95! At 95! Richard: [gets off the floor] Keep your pencil to yourself! Michael: 94<big>¾</big> bid, for 300. Trader 4: Sold, 300! Michael: Buy 300, yes! Richard: [to Trader 4] 300?! 300, you idiot?! [to another trader] Get out of my way! [following Michael] 300 lots of coffee futures? You call that a hunch? Michael: No, Richard, I call that an opportunity. Richard: 300 lots, in this market, is not an opportunity, it's a death wish. Michael: Oh, ye of little faith. Richard: No, no, no. Me of big mortgage. Michael: Hi, Maddy. What've you got? Maddy: American Airlines Flight 109 leaving J.F.K., 1:00 p.m., arriving Caracas at 6:22 p.m. Michael: All right, all right. Richard: Aw, come on. You're not still leaving, are you? I mean, after what you did in there? Michael

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Michael: [exiting plane] This thing might be quicker if you used both engines! Abe: [holds up sign] Señor Kromwell? Ah. Señor Kromwell? Michael: [takes sign out of Abe's hand and turns it around] That'd be me, Michael Cromwell, with a "C." Abe: Señor Cromwell with a "C." I am Abe Botero with a "B," your attorney-at-law. I am outrageously pleased to meet with you. Michael: Okay. [Abe hugs Michael] Abe, Abe, let me go. Abe: [lets go of Michael] My car is right over here. Do you have any more luggage? Michael: I travel kinda light, Abe. So, what's the deal? Where is Patricia? Abe: Uh, we received this letter from your wife today. Señora Cromwell says that she could not come to Canaima, but she wants to get you to Lipo Lipo. Michael: Wait a second. What are you talking about? I travel 3,000 miles to get here, and she doesn't show up? What's that about? Abe: Abe has a saying: He who knows what a woman wants knows everything. But not even God knows that. [laughs] Michael: Okay. If that's the

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Langston: If Cromwell should bother to call, put him through to my office immediately! Has anybody seen that idiot Kempster around here?! Kempster! Richard: [hiding under desk] Michael, you have got to get back here tomorrow. Langston is going insane. Where are you? Michael: I'm staying in the middle of Nightmare on Bodega Street. Richard: If you don't get here, do I sell the coffee or do I hold it? Michael: No, no, no, no. Do not sell the coffee till I give you the go-ahead. Call me on the uplink as soon as London opens, all right? Richard: All right. Okay. Langston: Kempster!

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Skiff Pilot: Nah, I wouldn't do that if I were you. Michael: Oh? And why not? [feels something biting his handkechief] Oh! [he pulls out the handkerchief to discover piranhas chomping on fingers and handkerchief and starts stomping on the piranha] Skiff Pilot: [they arrive at the Pinare indigenous village] Lipo Lipo. So nice they named it twice. Michael: Oh, my God. She left me for Gilligan's Island! [Boat is beached and Michael gets out] Great. I'll be right back. Skiff piloter: Not long. I have an appointment. Michael: You have an appointment? Well, if it's the cable guy, you got plenty of time. [To children] Okay. Hi, um.. I'm.. I'm Michael Cromwell. I'm looking for Patricia Cromwell. You know Patricia Cromwell? She's a doctor. No, a woman. Like me, but, but... full-figured. Lipo Lipo children: Paliku. Paliku. Michael: Pali who? Lipo Lipo children: Paliku. Michael: Paliku? Where is she? Lipo Lipo children: Paliku. Paliku! Paliku! Michael: [the Lipo Lipo children bring him to Patrici

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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] Ohhh. Patricia: It's yellow-eared bat, a Pinare specialty. It's made from the bladder. Michael: Oh, bat bladder. [digusted] Holy Kaopectate, I don't think so. Patricia: [gives bat bladder to villager and briefly speaks Pinare] You might prefer the kara toka. Michael: Yeah, right. Patricia: Chicken. Michael: I would prefer that. Thanks. Ready. Okay, okay. Excuse me. [to Pinare kid throwing rocks] Hey, hey, hey, hey! Patricia: 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.

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Michael: Talk about your wind instruments. Oh! [man farts in his face; disgusted] Oh, ease up on the fruit, for God's sakes. [Spots Mimi Siku walking] Mitsubishi! Mimi Siku: [Points to chest] Mimi Siku. Michael: Hi, uh, Mimi Siku. I'm Michael Cromwell. Patricia-- Oh, um, Paliku tells me that, um... that I-I'm-- I'm your father. That's a nice pot you have. [Mimi Siku speaks Pinare] Do you understand any English? [Mimi Siku strokes cheek in a gesture] Well, Patricia, or Paliku, wanted me to say something paternal to you. And I gotta admit that this isn't easy for me. I don't have any regrets. Well, I have regrets. But then again, ♪ Too few to mention. ♪ Ha! [Mimi Siku then walks over to a Pinare girl giving her a pot]

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