Early Man2018

Lord Nooth:
Alright. Secure the valley. Start mining ore.

Dino:
Or what, Lord Nooth?

Lord Nooth:
Ore, you fool. Start mining the ore. The metal that's in the ground.

Dino:
Oh, the ore... in the ground! Yes... (laughs) What about the primitives?

Lord Nooth:
(scoffs) Let them rot in the Badlands. They're low-achievers of history with their puny flints and drafty caves.

Dug:
(angrily but quietly) You've picked the wrong tribe to mess with. (grabs a stone axe and charges at Lord Nooth)

Lord Nooth:
"Oh, I'm so scared. You are waving your stones about." (Dug war-cries as he jumps at Lord Nooth) The Age of Stone is over, Dino. Long live the Age of Bronze. (bronze ball knocks Dug unconscious) Okay, let's get moving.

Bronzetrooper:
Of course, Lord Nooth.

Lord Nooth:
I'm late for my massage.