Tarzan the Ape Man

That's grand.

Just pile them up

wherever you can find room.

Look, you can just leave those

there, anywhere.

- Yeah, that's fine.

- Good heavens.

I told you I'd come to stay.

But what have you got in there in all that?

Just the necessaries of life.

Can I get you a nice cup of tea, miss?

Isn't that English?

I come 6,000 miles

and all I'm offered is a cup of tea.

What's wrong with a drink?

All right, I'll get you one.

- Shall I send the rest of the baggage?

- What?

I like your Mr. Holt. He's nice. Don't you?

- Six big...

- What?

I was talking about Mr. Holt.

Yes, he's a nice fellow.

We get along splendidly.

He hates Africa, too.

- Hates Africa?

- Yes.

- I don't believe it.

- Why not?

He's too strong and sturdy-looking,

like you.

- I don't like Africa, either.

- I don't believe that, either.

Yes, I think I'd better be...

Darling, don't be silly.

You're not embarrassed by me.

Why, you've bathed me sometimes...

and very nearly spanked me, too,

several times.

Very nearly.

Perhaps if you actually had,

I wouldn't be so obstinate.

And I am very obstinate.

- What are you trying to do?

- Clean my face.

- But what's wrong with soap and water?

- Everything, darling.

Must preserve that schoolgirl complexion.

What's that?

Who are they?

The Wakumbas.

- The ones with the big hats, who are they?

- No, they're Kabaranda.

There are a couple

of hundred ostrich feathers...

in each of those headdresses.

What you might call putting a feather

in your cap with a vengeance.

- What are they doing here?

- They come to trade.

All right, let's trade them.

You're butting into my business.

Butting in? You're mistaken.

I'm managing it.

Beamish, bring me my hat.

Do they always sing like that

when they come to trade?

That's not a song.

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