King Kong Lives

Major Peete:
[at the hunters loading up] What the hell is this? Deliverance?

Captain #1:
You there! Are those weapons loaded?

Vance:
You bet, General! And so are we!

Major Peete:
You'll be shooting each other, you damn fool! You wanna get killed?

Vance:
I want that ape's head on the hood of my pickup!

Amy Franklin:
[feels sorry for Hank, who is miserably huddled and shivering with just a blanket wrapped around him while she is nestled comfortably and warmly inside her snug sleeping bag, and so she turns over with a slightly resigned air, unzips the side of the sleeping bag, casts open the entire length of the upper half, and smiles up at Hank invitingly]

Hank Mitchell:
[in a tone of slightly surprised hesitation] Uhhh... are you *sure* about this?

Amy Franklin:
[in a casual friendly tone, referring to Kong's having prepared a comfy spot on the nearby grassy plateau for Lady Kong and him to sleep] Yeah, why not... we're primates, too.

Lt. Col. R.T. Nevitt:
They're gonna need a doctor when they get a whiff of this gas.

[first lines]

Amy Franklin:
I'm sorry.

Dr. Andrew Ingersoll:
That cost this institute seven million dollars!

Dr. Benson Hughes:
She knows how much it costs. She's been a part of it since we first got Kong's heart resuscitated.

Amy Franklin:
There's nothing wrong with the heart. The damn thing runs like a Swiss watch. It's his blood.