Planet of the Apes Page #2

You despised people.

So what did you do? You ran out.

No, no. It's not like that, Landon.

I'm a seeker too.

But my dreams aren't like yours. I can't help

thinking somewhere in the universe

there has to be something

better than man. Has to be.

Taylor, over here!

Life.

Where there's one, there's another.

And another and another.

Let's find 'em.

Skipper!

Look!

Scarecrows?

Let's see.

To hell with the scarecrows!

Taylor!

Look at this.

Taylor, look!

They didn't leave much, did they?

Well, at least they haven't tried to bite us.

Blessed are the vegetarians.

They look more or less human,

but I think they're mute.

We got off at the wrong stop.

You're supposed to be the optimist, Landon.

Look on the bright side.

If this is the best they've got around here,

in six months we'll be running this planet.

Smile.

Which one was wearing

the strange clothes?

This one.

Will he live?

I don't know.

This beast has lost a lot of blood.

There's no probe here. Find one!

Yes, sir.

This place is dirty, doctor.

Doctor, these animals are dirty. They stink

and they carry communicable diseases.

Why aren't they cleaned up

before they're brought here?

- You don't sound happy in your work.

- I'm little more than a vet in this laboratory.

You promised to speak to Dr. Zaius about me.

I did. You know how

he looks down his nose at chimpanzees.

But the quota system's been abolished.

- You made it. Why can't I?

- What do you mean - made it?

I'm an animal psychologist, that's all.

We have no authority.

You do all right when it comes to

getting space and equipment.

That's because Dr. Zaius

realizes our work has value.

The foundations of scientific brain surgery

are being laid right here

in studies of cerebral functions

of these animals.

They're still dirty, doctor.

And their bite is septic. There. Look at that.

Hold his jaw.

- Good morning, Dr. Zira.

- Good morning, Julius.

- How's our patient today?

- No change.

The minute you open the door,

he goes into his act.

Well!

And what do we want this morning?

Do we want something? Come on. Speak.

Come on.

Speak.

Do we want some sugar, old-timer?

You could get hurt doing that, doctor.

Oh, don't be silly. He's perfectly tame.

They're all tame

until they take a chunk out of you.

Well, Bright Eyes. Is our throat feeling better?

Still hurts, doesn't it?

See? He keeps pretending he can talk.

That Bright Eyes is remarkable.

He keeps trying to form words.

You know what they say.

Human see, human do.

Now what?

He seems to want something.

I'd be careful, doctor.

What did I tell you?

Try that again and I'll break your arm!

Good morning, Your Excellency.

Dr. Zaius.

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