Watusi (1959)

George Montgomery: Harry Quartermain

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• Rick Cobb : Kilts and all that?

  Harry Quartermain : Yes, I've got very pretty knees.

• Rick Cobb : Erica's all right, isn't she?

  Harry Quartermain : Yes, she is.

  Rick Cobb : I'd like to marry her.

  Harry Quartermain : Why don't you ask her?

  Rick Cobb : Huh! Haven't the courage. You like her too, don't you?

  Harry Quartermain : Yes, I do.

  Rick Cobb : That makes it kind of rough, doesn't it?

  Harry Quartermain : No, it doesn't. I couldn't marry her.

• Rick Cobb : I was a friend of your father's.

  Harry Quartermain : That's right. I thought he'd told me everything about you.

  Rick Cobb : He had. Everything he considered important. It didn't make any difference to him. He judged a man as a man.

  Harry Quartermain : He was right. He was so very right

• Rick Cobb : [Harry and Erica are getting married, and have decided to remain behind in Africa]  Good luck to both of you.

  Harry Quartermain : I'm proud to have you as a friend, Rick.

  Harry Quartermain : [removes his bayonet, hands it to Rick]  Do me a favor, will you? Take this with you... bury it somewhere in the desert.

  Rick Cobb : I'll bury it deep.

  Rick Cobb : [turns to Erica]  I'd have made a lousy husband anyway.

  Rick Cobb : [turns to leave, then stops at the door]  You know, the drums carry a long distance. I hope one day they'll tell me you have a fine son.

• Rick Cobb : [Harry has just coldly rebuffed a German hunter who was offering to come along on safari with them]  You know, Harry, we could've used another gun.

  Harry Quartermain : Maybe. But we'll handle it ourselves.

  Rick Cobb : What's the matter with you? You still fighting the war?

  Harry Quartermain : No, four years was quite enough. This is just personal. My mother and sister were drowned in 1916. A U-boat got their ship.

  Rick Cobb : A lot of people died unnecessarily.

  Harry Quartermain : That's right. But in this case, I had to identify their bodies. My sister was still in mother's arms. She was eight. Just a child. And she had no legs. No legs, just stumps. Mother had her child - half a child - in her arms. I know he had nothing to do with it, but I just don't want any of them around me, that's all.