The Snows of Kilimanjaro

Countess Liz:
Oh, I just devoured your last book!

Harry Street:
[sarcastically] Well, I hope it didn't give you a bellyache!

Uncle Bill:
A man should never lose his hand at hunting.

Harry Street:
Darling, there's a war going on there.

Cynthia Green:
There's a war goung on here too right at this table! There's a dandy little war going on!

Cynthia Green:
What is the matter with me, Mr. Johnson?

Johnson:
Everybody isn't required to like Africa, you know.

Cynthia Green:
I try to put on a show because I know he loves it so. But all of it - the hunting, the killing - terrifies me.

Johnson:
See here, this thing that he was talking about - the excitement - call it courage. The way he feels, it is a man's feeling, natural in a man, grows in a man, and makes him a man. Not particularly to his credit if he has it but something lacking if he hasn't. A woman shows her courage in other ways, - many ways.

Helen:
Hello, Molo, you white man's burden, you!

Molo, African Servant:
[talks in an African language]

Helen:
Darling, we only got the first aid book.

Harry Street:
[looking at the witch doctor] What's he going to do, sprinkle me with monkey dust?

Helen:
Darling!

Harry Street:
A hair from the tail of a leopard?

Johnson:
Why is it everyone who comes to Africa has to write a book about it? One silly beggar even dedicated his to me! Never came back or I'd have shot him in the pants!

Harry Street:
[narrating] And there was never another time like that first time in Africa.

Harry Street:
[narrating] I suppose it was the elusiveness of Liz which was her main attraction. She was something to hunt down and trap and capture. The Countess Elizabeth - Frigid Liz - the semi-iceerg from the semi-tropics!

Dr. Simmons:
[referring to Cynthia's miscarriage] Do you actually mean you didn't know about the child? Don't you people talk to each other?

Harry Street:
[scoffs] Doctors? It was a wise man who said that if all the medicines were dumped into the sea, it would be a horrible day for the fishes? [chuckles]

Harry Street:
I wonder if there'll be another time as good as this.

Harry Street:
[talking about their African trip] There's a wonderful book in it. Maybe I'll write it some day.

Cynthia Green:
Darling!

Harry Street:
Don't spoil it! Don't talk it all away!

Harry Street:
Oh, the royalties are rolling in. That's one thing about success - even when it's a failure. It snowballs for a while. There's also one thing about a snowball - it has nowhere to go but downhill.

Cynthia Green:
Darling, I was so wrong about the child! I know that God would punish me!

Harry Street:
I had it all... and what did I have? My name in the papers, my face in the better magazines... and where was Cynthia?

Countess Liz:
I love you as much as I can.

Cynthia Green:
[of the saxophone player] Hasn't that African got any piety at all?