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[Beck is being "humped" by a monkey
: Establish dominance. Establish dominance.
: I'm just saying that whatever my father is paying you, I will double it. Beck
: No. Travis
: I'll quadruple it. Beck
: No. Travis
: I'll double it and quadruple it. Beck
: No. Travis
: You're being unreasonable.
[Beck & Travis are paralyzed from eating a jungle fruit
] Oh, thit... Travis
: [who can't turn his head
] What? What? Beck
: Monkey! Monkey! Travis
: Monkey? Where? Get him away from me! Beck
] Get out of here, Monkey. Travis
] Get out of here, Monkey. Beck
] Get out of here, Monkey.
[Sounds of a swarm of monkeys running around them and drawing closer
: Oh, no... Beck
: I hate this place. I hate penis-eating minnows and I hate freaky fruit. I want to go home. I want concrete. I want homemade tortellini. I want my Los Angeles Lakers. I want to go home, I want to go home, I WANT TO GO HOOOOOOME!
[He gets pissed off enough to overcome the paralysis and lift his head and arm, waving a tree branch
: Get out of here, monkeys! Get out of here, monkeys!
[the monkeys run off. Beck tries to stand, and promptly collapses to the ground again
[asking to pee
: Come on. Don't make it weird.
: Let me get this straight - you never use guns? Beck
: No. Travis
: Never. Beck
: Never. Travis
: What if your best friend was gonna die, you wouldn't pick up a gun? Beck
: No guns. Travis
: Santa Claus would pick up a gun to save his best friend. Beck
: Do I look like Santa Claus? Do I look like Santa Claus to you? Travis
: What do you say? Guns make you whooh-poco-loco? Bang-bang-crazy? Beck
: I pick up guns, bad things happen to people. I don't like that. Travis
: What kind of things? Beck
: Very bad things, Travis. Walk. Travis
: What about knives? Beck
[Beck is fighting one of the rebels and losing
: What is that? That's like spinning Tarzan jujitsu?
[suggesting a name for a "new" flower
: I can only think of one word... that fits something so beautiful. Mariana. Mariana
: How much do you want?
: You got a problem with guns? Beck
: Let's just say they take me to a place I don't wanna go. Travis
: Where do they take you? Beck
: To a place you don't wanna see me go. WALK. Travis
: How often do you work out?
: Hey, remember your friend, Mr. Thunder? How 'bout his buddy, Mr. Lightning? Ooh, I know you know him. You know him real well, don't ya?
: I'm just playing, man. I'll be in the truck. Beck
: I'm gonna kill you.
: I don't make deals with people like you. Travis
: You don't even know me. Beck
: You're just like every other jackass that I've taken down. First they try to run, then they try to fight, then they try to negotiate. And when that doesn't work, you're gonna do what all the others do when they realize it's over. Travis
: Oh, yeah? What's that? Beck
: You're gonna get down on your hands and knees and you're gonna beg me for a break. Well, guess what? I don't give breaks. No breaks.
: You don't understand the situation. Beck
: You borrowed money from the guy. You shot the wrong guy. You slept with the wrong guy's wife. I-don't-care. Your mistake.
: You're dead. You're so dead.
: For what its worth, I hope you enjoy the fall. Beck
: What fall? Travis
: This fall...
: Have you ever heard of the Gato du Diabo? It's a priceless object, forged out of pure gold. It's worth millions. Beck
: I thought you said it was priceless. Travis
: You do not want to argue semantics with a PhD candidate. Beck
: PhD? Travis
: Yeah, I am very close to being Dr. Travis Walker. Beck
: You dropped out of Stanford after two semesters, Einstein.
: I need you to make a choice for me. Travis
: What choice? Beck
: Option A or Option B. Option A: we walk out of here nice and easy, we go back to the airstrip, and then we begin our long journey back to Los Angeles. There'll be no bruises, no broken bones, and no problems. Travis
: What's in Los Angeles? Beck
: Your father. Travis
: What's Option B? Beck
: Pretty much the opposite of A. But I wouldn't recommend that one.
: What are you doing? Travis
: I have to pee. Beck
: Pee in your pants, move! Travis
: No! Beck
: Excuse me? Travis
: I've let you push me around this jungle for like five hours. Now if you wanna keep going, you're just gonna have to carry me. I guarantee I'm gonna pee on your head. Beck
: You're threatening me? You're threatening me with pee? Travis
: Yeah... If you don't let me pee here. Beck
: Fine, you win, pee! Travis
: Will you unzip me? Beck
: No, I'm not gonna unzip you. You have 30 seconds, PEE! Travis
: How am I supose to pee with my hands cuffed behind my back? Beck
: Find a way!
: Tell him I don't want to fight him. Travis
: [translating, to Manito
] He says he pisses on your ancestors, and that you would make a very pretty bride!
: He caught up with poor Mariana in the jungle and relieved her of her artifact. Travis
: What'd you say? Declan
: I said
: "he relieved her of her artifact." It's a word in the English language: "Art-i-fact."
: You're a very unpleasant individual, you know that?
: I'll give you one more chance to reconsider. Beck
: I'll give you one more chance to shut your mouth. Travis
] Is that your final answer?
: [just before he goes to walk away from the hanging Beck
] Well, it looks like your Wolfgang Stuck right here.
[after Beck reluctantly unzips Travis's fly, Travis turns, then hops around for a moment
: I can't get it out! Do you think you could-? Beck
: No. Hell, no.
[while Beck is hanging upside down from a jungle snare
: Hey! I've got the keys to your cuffs.
[the keys fall out of his pocket, onto the ground
: Oh, shit... Travis
: I'll tell you what you've got, pal. You've got problems.
: So Angry!
: So, wait a minute. She gets what she needs, you get what you need, and I get the shaft? Beck
: I could always give her back the gun. Travis
: I really don't like you. Beck
: Yeah well, I get that a lot.
[Beck gets yanked into the air by a jungle snare
: What-? What is this? Travis
: Hoo, hoo, hoo! Welcome to the jungle, tough guy!
: [while Beck is hanging upside down in a pig snare
] Caw-Caw! Caw-Caw! You're like a little birdie up there! Caw-Caw! Caw-Caw-Caw-Caw! Caw-Caw!
: Who do you think you are? You come into my town, you mess up my bar, you eyeball my woman... Beck
: Eyeball your woman? Travis
: Oh... it's on now.
: [reaching for El Gato Del Diablo
] Here kitty, kitty, kitty.