I need eight more Halloween masks - only red ones. Or ones with red hair. I won't even ask...

Dian Fossey: I need eight more Halloween masks - only red ones. Or ones with red hair. Bob Campbell: I won't even ask why, but I'll try to get some for you in Nairobi. Dian Fossey: What else will you do in Nairobi? Bob Campbell: What do you mean? Dian Fossey: Nothing. Never mind. It looks bad for flying. Bob Campbell: It'll pass. Dian Fossey: I don't think so. Bob Campbell: Those puddle jumpers can fly in anything. Dian Fossey: I know these storms. You shouldn't be flying. I'm right about this. Bob Campbell: Yes, you are right. I will be seeing my wife. Dian Fossey: I know. Bob Campbell: I know. I love you. Dian Fossey: What? Dian Fossey: Oh, no! Oh, my God. No. God. No! No! Goddamn you. You bastards!

Obviously they know I'm not a gorilla, but the sound reassures them. So, what do you want? The gorillas. You with the gorillas. I'll go... I'll go over there. All right. They don't know you. They've never seen a tripod, so move very slowly. Hello, Tiger. Hello.