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A New Yorker suddenly learns he has a thirteen-year-old son who's been raised in the jungle. He brings the boy to New York city, and that's where the fun starts.
Mimi-Siku: [after being out on the windows with Michael] Baboon scared? Michael Cromwell: Yes, Baboon scared. Baboon not know he could *be* so scared. Baboon's pants a little damp.
[Richard, Michael and Mimi exit Jovanovic's office] Michael Cromwell: Richard, are you out of your mind? Now we're laundering money for the Russian mafia? Richard Kempster: Yes, we are, and we'll iron it for them too.
Richard Kempster: [yelling at the airport] Oh, God! I'm dead! I've lost my house! Where will my children live?
Alexei Jovanovic: [picking a finger to cut off of Richard Kempster] Eeny... Meeny... [arrives at middle finger] Alexei Jovanovic: Meiny - no, need that one for traffic... mo.
Mimi-Siku: [Initiates Karen into his tribe] Choose a name. Karen Kempster: Choose for me. Mimi-Siku: [thinks for a moment] Ukume. Karen Kempster: What? Mimi-Siku: U-Ku-May. Karen Kempster: What does it mean? Mimi-Siku: It means, "sound of rain on river water." Karen Kempster: "Ukume." It's pretty. [kisses him]
Alexei Jovanovic: You make a fool of Jovanovic. Richard Kempster: No. Alexei Jovanovic: In front of my comrades and my community. You waste my time, you try to cheat me! [Jovanovic takes out a knife] Alexei Jovanovic: Now, you must pay! Sit still, coward! Now, I teach you never, [grabs Richard's right arm] Alexei Jovanovic: NEVER to make fool of Jovanovic again!
Michael Cromwell: I should probably take some pictures of Mimi. Richard Kempster: I can never have enough pictures of my kids. I have like, four hundred albums. I never look at them, but they exist... it's good, you know?
Dr. Patricia Cromwell: His name's Mimi-Siku. Roughly translated, it means "cat piss". Michael Cromwell: He *chose* the name "cat piss"? Dr. Patricia Cromwell: He was six years old at the time! It's a territorial thing.
Andrew Kempster: What kind of dumb name is Mimi Siku? Jan Kempster: Don't be rude. He probably thinks Andrew is a dumb name. Andrew Kempster: So do I. Karen Kempster: I think Mimi Siku is a nice name. Andrew Kempster: You would.
[after Michael and Mimi depart from a taxi cab] Michael Cromwell: We're meeting this guy at a fish stall? Richard Kempster: No, no. He is ABOVE a fish stall. Michael Cromwell: Much better!
Mimi-Siku: I want to see Statue of Liberty, I go!
Michael Cromwell: Do you mean to tell me that you are walking around New York City with A MILLION DOLLARS IN A SUITCASE?
[Michael and Richard are aguing about being a parent, while Richard tries to get Karen out of her room] Richard Kempster: Oh, what? Are you suddenly Dr Spock here? You've been a father for three days. And you're giving me lessons? Well, that's good. Michael Cromwell: You sound like an idiot. Richard Kempster: I'm a parent! Therefore, I'm an idiot! I have spent every day for the last 12 years worrying about my kids. About their safety, about their happiness, about their crooked teeth.
Andrew Kempster: I'll get some matches and we'll smoke her out.
Michael Cromwell: [showing Mimi how to use the toilet] Before you pee, you lift the seat; after you pee, you put the seat back down. Females in tribe start war over this. Many deaths.
Michael Cromwell: [sees Lipo Lipo for the first time] Michael Cromwell: Oh my God. She left me for Gilligan's Island.
Mimi-Siku: In Lipo Lipo, we eat with hands. Michael Cromwell: In New York, New York, we eat with forks.
Michael Cromwell: [offered bat bladder in Lipo Lipo] Bat bladder? Holy kaopectate; I don't think so.
Mimi-Siku: [after Mimi-Siku suggests they eat Coco the cat] Cat's job feed people. Michael Cromwell: No, not here. Here, cat's job is to sleep, lick crotch.
Andrew Kempster: [to his Mom, who's eating Mimi's homemade fish] Mom, Tarzan is eating Daddy's fish. Jan Kempster: Daddy's fish?
Mimi-Siku: [seeing Karen for the first time] Angel on table...
Alexei Jovanovic: I have many enemies, but none like that spider.
Richard Kempster: That's it, Andrew, bite him! Use those crooked teeth!
Michael Cromwell: [throws piraña] Cut. Infection. DEAD!
Richard Kempster: Come out, honey, or Andrew is going to smoke you out. Andrew Kempster: Cool! Richard Kempster: [whispering] I was kidding!
Michael Cromwell: What do you call this place again? The Surface of the Sun!
Mimi-Siku: [pointing to toucan in flight] A hoko! Michael Cromwell: Hoko. Hoko, bird. Bird that can't sing: Hoko Ono.
Stewardess: Mr. Cromwell? The young man you're with is, ah, urinating on the exit doors...