In Search of the Castaways (1962)
Wilfrid Hyde-White: Lord Glenarvan
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Quotes
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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.
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Lord Glenarvan : On my soul, I don't know which is worse: a crazy man who thinks he's smart, or a Frenchman who admits he's stupid.
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Lord Glenarvan : By Jove, I never saw a rope burn like that.
Jacques Paganel : Gun powder. It's woven in like a fuse.
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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?
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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.
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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.
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Lord Glenarvan : My dear boy, if that's the way you feel about it, let's have a look at the blasted note. Where is it?
John Glenarvan : In the bottle.
Lord Glenarvan : Well, where's the bottle?
John Glenarvan : The Frenchman has it.
Lord Glenarvan : Confounded, where's the Frenchman?
John Glenarvan : You had him thrown off the ship in Glasgow.
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Lord Glenarvan : Robert! Do you see anything of an Indian on horseback coming to our rescue?
Lord Glenarvan : Only some birds!
Lord Glenarvan : Only some... achoo!
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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.
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Lord Glenarvan : Motley-looking lot of fellows you've got together.
Thomas Ayerton : Heh heh. Well, when you look for men that go into Maori country, you don't choose them from among the socially elite.
Lord Glenarvan : Heh-heh! Jolly well put.
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Lord Glenarvan : I don't know which is worse, by George: having you so happy you sing all the time, or so glum you won't even talk. "The ombu tree is gorgeous. Enjoy it!" Huh!
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Lord Glenarvan : [as John starts to put his hand on Mary's shoulder] Ah, there you are, my boy. Better get some sleep, you know. Got an early start.
John Glenarvan : We're too excited to sleep.
Lord Glenarvan : Hmm. So I see! You'd better come along with me, just the same.
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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!
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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.
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Jacques Paganel : Thank you, milord!
[kisses Glenarvan on both cheeks]
Lord Glenarvan : Oh, please! I'm an Englishman, you know!
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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.
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Chief Thalcave : Flood come. You go quick to tree. I ride for help.
Lord Glenarvan : Not even raining.
[attempts to go back to sleep]
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Robert Grant : It's a tiger!
Jacques Paganel : No no! It's a jaguar! Felis onca!
Lord Glenarvan : Get that beast outta here!
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Lord Glenarvan : That's a fine thing. When I really want something, no one takes the slightest notice. If I happen to drop a casual remark...
John Glenarvan : Casual remark? "Throw him off the ship before I call the police! We ought to hang him from the yardarm!"
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Lord Glenarvan : My dear children, ever since I posted the reward for news of your father's ship, people have been turning up with notes they claimed to have found in bottles. How many is this, John?
John Glenarvan : Uh, twenty-two, father.
Lord Glenarvan : If I had my way, every last one of the culprits would be hanged from the yardarm. Exploiting human misery, that's what it is. Nothing more vicious, more... treacherous.
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Mary Grant : [sees an upcoming wall of ice] Oh!
Lord Glenarvan : Abandon ship!
Mary Grant : No, wait! There's a hole in the ice!
Lord Glenarvan : But we don't know where it goes!
Mary Grant : We'll soon find out!