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!
Phroso 'Dead-Legs': Ashes to ashes! Dust to dust!
Maizie: Yes, I know. I'm too sweet and pretty for a dump like this. I've heard that before.
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.
Maizie: How did God ever put a thing like you on this earth?
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!
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: [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.