Luis Francisco Garcia Lopez: My name is Luis Francisco Garcia Lopez, and I don't wear pajamas.
Charles 'Chips' Maurey: [Observing Pockets being fawned over by Brandy] He fell off the fence.
Kurt Muller: Yeah. You nearly lose a leg and I get a dislocated shoulder.
Charles 'Chips' Maurey: And he gets the ice.
Kurt Muller: C'mon I'll buy you a nice warm drink.
Sean Mercer: Pockets, what are you doing?
Pockets: I'm trying to milk the goat.
Sean Mercer: Well, that's the wrong kind of a goat - that's a ram!
Sean Mercer: [Referring to the growing rivalry between Kurt and Chips over Brandy] So that's what's got you green around the gills this morning. The first sign of spring in the bush and the young bucks start butting heads.
Kurt Muller: So what?
Sean Mercer: So... I can't answer that. Just don't let it gum up the works around here.
Kurt Muller: Oh, I won't. But I won't let the Frenchman have a free hand, either.
Sean Mercer: Oh this is gonna be great! The Indian is knocked off, I've got a woman photographer on my hands,now you and the Frenchman break out in monkey bites and we're a month behind already!
Kurt Muller: So?
Sean Mercer: So don't let him have a free hand.
Sean Mercer: [over two-way radio] Kurt, can you hear me?
Kurt Muller: Go ahead, Sean.
Sean Mercer: At about eleven o'clock... right in the middle of that herd of wildebeest - see him?
Kurt Muller: Oh, that's a good one.
Sean Mercer: Let's go; start out easy.
Sean Mercer: [instructing Kurt and Chips before the shooting match] ... and you - what is your name, anyway?
Charles 'Chips' Maurey: Charles Maurey...
Sean Mercer: Sjarles Ma...?
Charles 'Chips' Maurey: Charles Maurey!
Sean Mercer: Never mind, Chips will do...