Gorillas in the Mist (1988)
Dian Fossey: It's nice to see a married man who can sew.
Bob Campbell: How did you know I was married?
Dian Fossey: The night you arrived, you shook the rain off your parka outside the door so you wouldn't get the floor wet.
Bob Campbell: Does it matter?
Dian Fossey: Apparently not.
Dian Fossey: Can I have a bath first?
Bob Campbell: You can have a bath second.
Dian Fossey: Why am I in this movie so much?
Bob Campbell: You're the story. You're what people are interested in. The gorilla girl.
Dian Fossey: It makes me look like some real weirdo.
Bob Campbell: Crawling around the mud in this climate after a bunch of gorillas might be perceived as weird.
Dian Fossey: Do you think I'm weird?
Bob Campbell: I do. Absolutely. Without question. I also think you are wonderful.
Dian Fossey: Which comes first, weird or wonderful?
Bob Campbell: Weird.
Dian Fossey: The gorillas look great. Look at that.
Dian Fossey: You see anyone you know?
Bob Campbell: I've asked my wife for a divorce.
Bob Campbell: Did you hear me?
Dian Fossey: I'm scared.
Bob Campbell: You're scared? I'm about to marry a girl who's liable to have gorillas for bridesmaids.
Dian Fossey: You like this ring? You want to keep the hand this ring is on? If I see or hear or smell you anywhere near my gorillas, you'll be writing with your other hand and I'll have a new ashtray.
Dr. Louis Leakey: Choose your man.
Dian Fossey: What?
Dr. Louis Leakey: Your top man. Your tracker.
Dian Fossey: You speak English? The priest?
Sembagare: Saint Christopher. Patron saint of travellers, and me too.
Dian Fossey: What's your name?
Dian Fossey: Sem-ba-ga-re
Sembagare: I am the finest tracker. This man is not as good as me. Him is a great liar. Me - I'm the best.
Dian Fossey: Okay, okay. Sembagare you're on.
Sembagare: Thank you.
Dian Fossey: You mean we go now?
Dr. Louis Leakey: Yes, to make it by sundown.
Dian Fossey: Dr Leakey, I just spent 35 hours on 4 different airplanes. I should at least take a shower.
Dr. Louis Leakey: No one will mind dear.
Dr. Louis Leakey: There. I've put something in there for you.
Dian Fossey: Thank you, that's very nice of you. You forgot the rest of my luggage.
Dr. Louis Leakey: No room. They'll be sent up next fortnight with the rest of the gear.
Dian Fossey: Now wait a minute! I quit my job, left my fiancé, to say nothing of my appendix and flew halfway around the world. Those cases contain my hairdryer, my makeup, my underwear and my brassieres. If they don't go, Dr Leakey, I don't go.
Dian Fossey: How big are these night nests?
Sembagare: I don't know.
Dian Fossey: You mean you've forgotten.
Sembagare: How can I forget? I never knew.
Dian Fossey: Night nests, Sembagare. George Schaller's book says we count the gorillas' night nests to get the census.
Sembagare: I don't know about gorillas.
Dian Fossey: Of course you do. You're a tracker.
Sembagare: Yes, of buffalo, antelope and elephant.
Dian Fossey: What? Hey! Hey! That's great. That's just great.
Dian Fossey: What the hell have you been doing for the last five hours?
Sembagare: I've been waiting for you to show me.
Dian Fossey: I need eight more Halloween masks - only red ones. Or ones with red hair.
Bob Campbell: I won't even ask why, but I'll try to get some for you in Nairobi.
Dian Fossey: What else will you do in Nairobi?
Bob Campbell: What do you mean?
Dian Fossey: Nothing. Never mind. It looks bad for flying.
Bob Campbell: It'll pass.
Dian Fossey: I don't think so.
Bob Campbell: Those puddle jumpers can fly in anything.
Dian Fossey: I know these storms. You shouldn't be flying. I'm right about this.
Bob Campbell: Yes, you are right. I will be seeing my wife.
Dian Fossey: I know.
Bob Campbell: I know. I love you.
Dian Fossey: What?
Dian Fossey: Oh, no! Oh, my God. No. God. No! No! Goddamn you. You bastards!
Bob Campbell: The tub's for me. A daily scalding might just make this climate bearable.
Dian Fossey: Fourth and fifth digits webbed. I know you.
Dian Fossey: Nice ring, Van Vecten. Zoo sale profits?
Van Veeten: Miss Fossey, where did you see your first wild animal? In a zoo, wasn't it?
Dian Fossey: You like this ring? You wanna keep the hand it's on?
Dian Fossey: If I see or hear or smell you anywhere near my gorillas you'll be writing with your other hand, and I'll have an ashtray.
Rushemba: Mukara was here this afternoon. He is very angry with you. He says you are telling people there's typhoid on the mountain. The government needs money from the tourists. They get very mad if you scare these people away. Mukara also said last week you shot a tourist in the meadow.
Dian Fossey: Now, that is not true. I shot way over their heads.
Dian Fossey: They are not going to turn this mountain... into a goddamn zoo!
Rushemba: Mademoiselle, Mukara told me to tell you if you continue to do this they won't give you a new work permit.
Dian Fossey: Did he, now?
Dian Fossey: A three-year work permit. Issued 10 days ago. They can't touch me now.
Dian Fossey: May I come in?
[enters and catches Brendan and Kim in bed together]
Dian Fossey: Oh, god! This is not a summer camp! If you want to crawl in and out of each other's beds, you can do it somewhere else! All right? You're fired!
Brendan: You can't fire us! We work for the Leaky Foundation, not you!
Dian Fossey: Get off my mountain!
[to everyone else]
Dian Fossey: What are you staring at?