Congo
1995
Monroe: Quite frankly, the twentieth century sucks. Maybe the twenty-first will be better.
Monroe: They just blew up the president's car. Eddie: That was the president's car? Did they get him? Monroe: That's the bad news: no, they didn't.
Monroe: I'm your great white hunter, but I happen to be black.
Richard: So, what was your name again? Claude: Claude. Richard: Oh. Well, that's a very odd name for someone from... uh... where are you from again? Claude: Mbasa. Richard: Yeah, that's a very odd name for someone from Mbasa. Claude: Have you ever been to Mbasa? Richard: Um, no. Claude: Then what do you know about it?
Monroe: The ghost tribe has several levels of "dead." Someone's not dead until they're completely "dead."
Dr Karen Ross: Aren't you human? Travis: I'll be human later!
Monroe: So why'd you quit the CIA? Dr Karen Ross: I never worked for the CIA. Monroe: Of course you didn't. But if you HAD worked for the CIA, why would you quit? Dr Karen Ross: 'Cause they're a loveless bunch of sons of bitches. Monroe: And you're not? Dr Karen Ross: And I'm not. Monroe: Glad to hear it.
Monroe: That region of the Congo's uninhabited. Dr Karen Ross: Well, something inhabits it. Dr Peter Elliot: What exactly did you see on that tape? Dr Karen Ross: A camp destroyed. People dead. A grey gorilla... Dr Peter Elliot: There's no such thing as a grey gorilla. Dr Karen Ross: Well, I saw one. Dr Peter Elliot: It's hard to believe at this late date... Monroe: Why are you going in there? Dr Karen Ross: Two men are unaccounted for: Geoffrey Weams, and Charles Travis, my fiance... My FORMER fiance. Monroe: Your former? Dr Peter Elliot: Well, we better get to him then.
Dr Peter Elliot: Why are YOU going to Africa? Dr Karen Ross: ... Find something I lost.
Dr Peter Elliot: Why are they putting on parachutes? Dr Karen Ross: Figure it out!
Dr Peter Elliot: Oh, no! The bad apes have the crystal lasers!
Monroe: When the moon is like that, every monkey for 200 miles thinks he's Elvis Presley.
(as everyone on the plane begins putting on parachutes) Dr Peter Elliot: What are those for? Dr Karen Ross: FIGURE IT OUT!
Dr Karen Ross: (Handing Peter a pistol) Here, Peter, take this. Dr Peter Elliot: I don't like guns. Dr Karen Ross: I didn't ask if you like it - take it.
Eddie Ventro: Wow, a talking gorilla! I can feel the money hairs on the back of my neck going "WOO-WOO-WOO".
Dr Karen Ross: Name your price. Dr Peter Elliot: I don't have a price! I'm not a pound of sugar, I'm a primatologist!
Monroe: When these little African countries get into a dispute, they tend to just murder everybody. They live for the opportunity to settle scores... and they have a lot of scores to settle.
Captain Wanta: Stop eating my sesame cake. Herkermer Homolka: (stops in mid bite, eyes wide) Captain Wanta: Stop eating my sesame cake!
Amy: Amy good gorilla.