- [first lines]
- David Grief: You know, I love dealing with royalty. Give me a descendant of the Sun God over a bureaucrat any day.
- [raising his glass to make a toast]
- David Grief: To Tonga, the Jewel of the Pacific, to their beautiful women, their peerless hospitality and the wise and just Chief Haro.
- Mauriri Lepau: The same chief you once called the Scourge of the South Seas and dumber than a sack of coconuts.
- David Grief: [chuckling] But that was last year.
- [discovering a female stowaway wrapped in a man's raincoat hiding in The Rattler's cargo area]
- David Grief: Nice jacket. I used to have one just like it.
- David Grief: Why didn't you say why you stowed away before we went back to Tonga?
- Cannibal Jack McGonnigal: I was ashamed. I dishonored my brother and my father. I hoped Chief Haro would forgive me if a white man was present.
- David Grief: What do you expect to do now?
- Cannibal Jack McGonnigal: Chief Haro said I belong to you now. I'll do whatever you wish.
- Mauriri Lepau: Where did you learn your English?
- Cannibal Jack McGonnigal: In the school Chief Haro allowed the missionaries to build.
- David Grief: And did he teach you to disobey your chief?
- Cannibal Jack McGonnigal: I was raised to be obedient to my father and to my chief, but I would never marry a man I don't love. Have you never defied what was expected of you?
- David Grief: [to Mauriri, as Tahura walks to the other side of the schooner] Not a word.
- [Mauriri grins broadly]
- [David cocks his gun as he and Mauriti approach a gang of drug smugglers]
- Thug: What was that?
- Mauriri Lepau: [to David] We're rapidly losing the element of surprise here.
- Roger Addison: I'm protected by diplomatic immunity!
- David Grief: Let's see how immune you are to a broken neck.
- Roger Addison: Don't let him kill me!
- Mauriri Lepau: People die in unexplained accidents all the time.
- Isabelle Reed: [to David and Mauriri] He's not worth it.
- Roger Addison: I know, I know, I should have cut you in, but you can handle my end here, while I set up in San Francisco.
- Isabelle Reed: Get out of my sight before I break your neck myself.
- [last lines]
- Isabelle Reed: I'm through with men and to hell with love. We'd all have far fewer headaches without that.
- David Grief: I can think of one missionary who might disagree.
- Isabelle Reed: [toasting] To Colin Trent...
- Isabelle Reed: [under her breath] ... the fool.