Maurice Chevalier credited as playing...
Jacques Paganel
- Jacques Paganel: Tous les climats sont pareils pour l'amour. Uh, I was just thinking to myself: no matter where you are in the world, it is always different, but it is always the same. In English you would say: All climates are the same for love.
- Lord Glenarvan: Only gone down half an inch in two days. We'll be here for ten years at this rate.
- Jacques Paganel: Ha-ha! Cheer up, milord. We pay no rent. Mother Nature sets the table for us, and, fortunately, we have plenty of water.
- Lord Glenarvan: By Jove, I never saw a rope burn like that.
- Jacques Paganel: Gun powder. It's woven in like a fuse.
- Jacques Paganel: Alpine type glacier, drift minimum.
- Lord Glenarvan: We'll never get out of here... alive.
- Jacques Paganel: The ice melts and gets out, why can't we?
- Lord Glenarvan: Ridiculous! Why should a shark want to swallow a bottle?
- Jacques Paganel: Ah, what was in his mind, I - I not know, I tell you only what was in his stomach.
- Mary Grant: Robert! Hold on!
- Robert Grant: I don't have to! She won't let go!
- Jacques Paganel: This is true. She will not let go until she reaches her nest.
- Mary Grant: Reaches her nest?
- Jacques Paganel: Yes. High in the mountains. No doubt she has little ones that must...
- Mary Grant: Oh!
- [Paganel abruptly stops talking]
- Mary Grant: Oh!
- Lord Glenarvan: First class shooting, Sir! First time, right through the heart.
- Chief Thalcave: No. Shoot through heart, bird go limp, drop small boy. But shoot back of head, bird go stiff, wings go up, he circle down, land boy safe.
- Jacques Paganel: You mean you purposely induced motor paralysis through damage on the medulla.
- Chief Thalcave: Not understand.
- Lord Glenarvan: Neither do I.
- Jacques Paganel: Take your hands off me, monsieur. Never have I been thrown from any place in my life. Let's not set a precedent. Merci, monsieur, merci.
- Robert Grant: [singing with poor pronunciation] Grimpons, grimpons, grimpons, grimpons, grimpons.
- Jacques Paganel: No, no. *Grimpons*.
- Robert Grant: Grimpons.
- Jacques Paganel: That means: Let's climb. It is the French recipe for the good life. Whatever you want to do, don't be afraid to do it for fear of failure.
- Lord Glenarvan: Good gracious, the Frenchman! I thought...
- Jacques Paganel: Oh, but I give you my word I was put off the ship. Heh! Fortunately, I do not let such things upset me. The note, milord.
- Jacques Paganel: [watching the earthquake destruction through a telescope] Oh! Oh, magnificent! This is an experience that makes our entire expedition worthwhile!
- Jacques Paganel: [sung] Why cry about bad weather? Enjoy it! Each moment is a treasure. Enjoy it! We're travelers on life's highway, enjoy the trip. Each lovely twist and byway, each bump and dip. If there's a complication, enjoy it! You've got imagination, employ it. And you'll see roses in the snow, joie de vivre will make them grow. Voila, that's life, enjoy it! Since I must do the cooking, I'll enjoy it. This ombu tree smells gorgeous, you'll enjoy it. A hurricane comes your way, enjoy the breeze! You're stranded in the jungle, hah!, enjoy the trees! If there's a complication, enjoy it!
- Lord Glenarvan: Ha ha ha!
- Jacques Paganel: You've got imagination, employ it. This tree's a - cornucopia, why it could be...
- Mary Grant: Utopia!
- Jacques Paganel: Voila! That's right! Enjoy it!
- Mary Grant: Why cry about bad weather? Enjoy it!
- Jacques Paganel: No, enjoy.
- Mary Grant: Oh, each moment is a treasure, enjoy it!
- Jacques Paganel: That's better, enjoy it.
- Mary Grant: We're traveler's on life's highway, enjoy the trip.
- Jacques Paganel: Ha ha ha!
- Mary Grant: Each lovely twist and byway, each bump and dip.
- Jacques Paganel: Good!
- Jacques Paganel, Mary Grant: If there's a complication, enjoy it, enjoy it. You've got imagination, employ it, employ it. From eggs and herbs au naturel,
- Mary Grant: Omelette Ombu a la Paganel.
- Jacques Paganel: Pour vous, milord,
- Jacques Paganel, Mary Grant: Enjoy it!
- Chief Thalcave: Much rain there. You sleep in tree. May come flood.
- Lord Glenarvan: Flood! By George, that's a good one!
- Jacques Paganel: Giant ombu tree. Phytolacca dioica. Aha! Magnificent specimen!
- Robert Grant: Oh, *please*, may we sleep in it?
- Lord Glenarvan: You can sleep where you like, but I certainly don't intend to roost in a tree like a confounded sparrow. Pitch my tent just here.
- Jacques Paganel: Merci merci merci beaucoup, merci milord Glenarvan!
- [the group starts to dance around Glenarvan]
- Jacques Paganel, Mary Grant, Robert Grant, John Glenarvan: Merci merci merci beaucoup, merci milord Glenarvan!
- Jacques Paganel: Hooray!
- Jacques Paganel: Thank you, milord!
- [kisses Glenarvan on both cheeks]
- Lord Glenarvan: Oh, please! I'm an Englishman, you know!
- Lord Glenarvan: Earthquake? Who said anything about an earthquake?
- Jacques Paganel: Ah... I'm so stupid... milord. I didn't realize it until later. The Indian. When he did uh, uh, that, you see? He did not mean it was cold, no. He meant: tranco *piray*: earth *quake*. This is the land of many earthquakes.
- Lord Glenarvan: Oh gracious me.
- Jacques Paganel: In the whole world, no place has such big, such beautiful, such magnificent earthquakes as right here. But - huh-huh! - it is one chance in a million we should be so *fortunate*.
- Lord Glenarvan: Heh-heh. Ye - Ye - Yes, of course, quite right. Besides, this place looks it's been here hundreds of years, doesn't it? I mean, uh, it's safe to assume that it will last one more night... *Hey*? *Oui*, monsieur?
- Jacques Paganel: Oui, milord.
- Robert Grant: And I'll wake you up if one comes, your lordship.