Phroso 'Dead-Legs': I've been waitin' for you.

Mr. Crane: Word comes to me that it's you who's been stealin' my ivory.

Phroso 'Dead-Legs': And I intend to pay you for everything.

Mr. Crane: Phroso... the magician!

Phroso 'Dead-Legs': Right you are... Mr. Crane!

Mr. Crane: Come on! What's this all about? What are you wrecking that girl for?

Phroso 'Dead-Legs': You'll find out. That's why I brought you here.

Phroso 'Dead-Legs': That's Anna's child! YOUR DAUGHTER!

Phroso 'Dead-Legs': When I found Anna... she was dead! And that brat of yours was with her!

Phroso 'Dead-Legs': I had her raised in the lowest dive in Zanzibar... so you could be proud of her!

Phroso 'Dead-Legs': And now I've got a real treat comin' for her... and her father!

Mr. Crane: You're her father... not ME! She's... your daughter! YOURS!

Mr. Crane: Now listen! Your wife never went away with me... Do you hear? She never went away with me!

Mr. Crane: When she found out what I did to you... she hated me!

[first lines]

Phroso 'Dead-Legs': Ashes to ashes! Dust to dust!

[members of the tribe parade around in Maizie's clothing]

Phroso 'Dead-Legs': I'm so sorry. I thought you'd gone away, so I gave them your clothes.

Maizie: There's nothing too low for you to do, is there?

Maizie: Yes, I know. I'm too sweet and pretty for a dump like this. I've heard that before.

Bumbu: Me do like you say. Me tell white trader you steal ivory. Three days he be here.

Phroso 'Dead-Legs': Now, go tell tribe! White trader white girl's father.

Doc: Take this, it will make you feel better.

Phroso 'Dead-Legs': Break that glass! I might drink out of it... by mistake!

Phroso 'Dead-Legs': I'm particular who I eat with. Feed her on the floor!

Doc: I'm down pretty low, but not so far that I'll stand for this.

Phroso 'Dead-Legs': Yair? Well, you'll stand for anything *I* say.

Maizie: Say, Mister! Don't get in trouble on account of me.

Doc: I'll eat with her. I'm particular about who I eat with, too.

Phroso 'Dead-Legs': Get Doc in here to fix my back!

Tiny: Don't let him cut into you tonight. He's full of that stuff.

Doc: You're only a kid. You've still got a chance to be anything you want.

Maizie: So have you... if you'll get hold of yourself. You're not old.

Doc: Not old? From all I've seen and done, I'm as old as Santa Claus.

Maizie: How did God ever put a thing like you on this earth?

Babe: He's dead! That means the girl goes with him!

Doc: If she she's going, Dead-Legs will go first!

Bumbu: We... come... get... white girl!

Phroso 'Dead-Legs': We... make... her... ready... for... funeral... here. Bring... tribe.

[last lines]

Phroso 'Dead-Legs': Evil Spirit come... take white girl.

King Lunkaboola: No believe!

Phroso 'Dead-Legs': [speaking to the newly deceased Anna] He told me you loved him. That's why I never followed you. For all the suffering he brought her... he's going to pay! I'll find him! I'll make him pay! He and his brat will pay!

Tiny: The idea, Babe... wastin' our good gin on them cannibals.

Babe: We've got the gin, Tiny! I put kerosene in that bottle!

Tiny: Dead-Legs is crazy to keep stealin' that bloke's ivory! He'll get nailed... sure!

Doc: We're the ones who are crazy! We'll get nailed... not him!

Doc: Dead-Legs, we've robbed that trader of plenty. Let's beat it before he gets us.

Phroso 'Dead-Legs': No. I'm even goin' to send him word where to find the man who's robbin' him.

[Doc starts to speak in protest]

Phroso 'Dead-Legs': I said *No!* He made me this thing that crawls... now I'm ready to bite!

Tiny: Yair, bite! I'll bet that's what the cannibals did to Babe!

Doc: Babe's all right! I sent him to Zanzibar! He's bringin' back a little sweetheart... for Doc! A blonde one!

Bumbu: King Lunkaboola... he... come!

Doc: Dead-Legs, if you keep bringin' those black-birds here for your daft shows... they'll tumble to our game!

Phroso 'Dead-Legs': Forget it, Doc! Get my box of tricks!

Doc: We'll end up being a mess of chops for those cannibals!

Phroso 'Dead-Legs': Chops... nothin'! I'm goin' to be king of the whole pack!

Babe: You're lucky! You're just in time to see a big native funeral! Dead-Legs is chief Evil Spirit chaser 'round here.

[a frightened widow is made ready for a funeral pyre]

Babe: It's a lovely custom. When a man dies, they always burn his wife or daughter with him!

[Maizie laughs hysterically with fright]

Babe: That's the law of the Congo... and nothin' can change it.

Doc: You're a puzzle, Dead-Legs. One minute you're a fiend and the next... you're almost human.

Phroso 'Dead-Legs': You ain't here to understand me, Doc. You're here 'cause I need you to keep me crawlin'.

Doc: At that, I guess it's healthier to be with you than against you.

Maizie: Why let him feed you with that stuff? You look as if you used to be somebody.

Doc: Let's not talk about that. Just seeing you has made me do enough thinking.

Maizie: Funny world. You tryin' to forget who you are... and me tryin' to find out who I am.

Mr. Crane: Aw, you poor blind idiot! Don't you understand? She's gone! She loves me... do you hear? And I'm taking her to Africa!

[Pushes Phroso over a second floor banister]

Phroso 'Dead-Legs': Anna! Anna, I love you! Don't go! I love you!

Doc: [to King Lunkaboola] Fire! Only... thing... great... Evil Spirit... fears! White master... greater... than... all... Evil Spirits! He... fears... nothing!

[Dead-Legs waves a stick of fire and pretends to swallow it]

Title Card: VOODOOS! EVIL SPIRITS! The alarm spread... the jungle flared with fires lighted to drive off the natives' black fear.

African Native: Voodoo... come! Big... like... elephant! No... try... take... ivory... out... some... more!

Mr. Crane: White master... no... 'fraid... voodoo! Go... tell... tribe!

Mr. Crane's Assistant: Cripes, Gov'nor... the Evil Spirit is at it again!

Mr. Crane: Evil Spirit... my eye! It's somebody robbing me of my ivory!

Doc: Hide that mask! If those cannibals find out you're the voodoo we'll land in the stew-pot!

Babe: [Offered a drink] No, brother. Such beverages have never soiled my virgin lips. On second thought, perhaps a little... to check my malaria.

Mr. Crane: Aw, stop teasing her! Give her what she wants!

Phroso 'Dead-Legs': Babe, tell Bumbu to carry out my orders!

Phroso 'Dead-Legs': You're feelin' kinda shaky, ain't you?

Doc: We couldn't get her across the compound! Their eyes are glued on her!

Bumbu: Fire... ready... for... white... girl.

Maizie: Gee, but you're a strange man.