Clayton: Hiding, are we? Good! I could use a challenge, because after hunting you, gathering up your little ape family will be all too easy!
Clayton: Even if you hadn't grown up a savage, you'd be lost. There are no trails through a woman's heart.
Clayton: If I can teach a parrot to sing "God Save the Queen," I can certainly teach this savage a thing or two.
Professor Porter: Looks like a man but walks like an ape. He could be the missing link!
Clayton: Or our link to the gorillas.
Clayton: Have we met?
[Tarzan takes Clayton's gun and aims it at him]
Clayton: Go ahead. Shoot me.
Clayton: Be a man.
[a shot is heard, but not from the gun; it's Tarzan mimicking a gunshot]
Tarzan: Not a man like you!
Clayton: Sorry for the rude welcome, but I couldn't have you making a scene when we put your furry friends in their cages.
Clayton: Why? For 300 pound sterling a head. Actually, I have you to thank, old boy. Couldn't have done it without you.
Clayton: Ah, yes. I remember you. I think this one would be better off stuffed.
Jane Porter: And there were gorillas.
Professor Porter, Clayton: Gorillas?
Clayton: You found the gorillas? Where, Jane? Where?
Jane Porter: He left with them.
Professor Porter: Who did? Who?
Jane Porter: Tarzan.
Jane Porter: The ape man.
Jane Porter: [after Clayton fires in the air] Mr. Clayton, please. What if it's a gorilla?
Clayton: It's no gorilla.
Clayton: [Draws a crude gorilla on Jane's chalkboard and points to it with the chalk] Gorilla.
Tarzan: [Takes the chalk and examines it] Gor-illa.
Professor Porter: [Excited] Oh! Oh! He's got it!
[Proceeds to scribble wildly on the chalkboard]
Professor Porter: Oh, perhaps not...
[after being rescued back to camp by Tarzan]
Jane Porter: Oh, my goodness! Daddy, I was walking. There was... was a little baby, little baby monkey, and I drew a picture!
Professor Porter: Yes, go on.
Jane Porter: Suddenly, the monkey starts crying.
Professor Porter: Oh, poor thing.
Jane Porter: But, I turn around and there's a whole FLEET OF THEM. An ARMY of monkeys! A huge tree full of monkeys, screaming at me!
[imitates a monkey screaming at him]
Professor Porter: [laughing at her] She's very good at this!
Jane Porter: Terrified! I was terrified! Suddenly, I was swinging, on a vine, in the air! Swinging, in the air!
Professor Porter: With the monkeys!
Jane Porter: I was in the air! And then, I was all surrounded!
Professor Porter: What did you do?
Jane Porter: And, daddy! They took my boot!
Professor Porter: Your boot- those are the ones I bought you.
Jane Porter: And I was SAVED. I was saved by a flying, wild man in a loincloth.
Professor Porter: Loincloth? Good lord.
Clayton: What is she talking about?
Professor Porter: I have no idea. She takes after her mother, you know. She came up with stories like that. Not about men in loincloths of course.