Allan Quatermain: ...in the end you begin to accept it all... you watch things hunting and being hunted, reproducing, killing and dying, it's all endless and pointless, except in the end one small pattern emerges from it all, the only certainty: one is born, one lives for a time then one dies, that is all...

Allan Quatermain: Stupid waste, this safari. All of it! Half our supplies gone after that all-night stampede. Wasted! Waste of time, supplies, and lives.
Elizabeth Curtis: [Glares at him, too sleepy to argue]
Allan Quatermain: [Sarcastic] Well, I hope the lady enjoyed it!
Elizabeth Curtis: [Ignores him]

Allan Quatermain: Stupid waste, this safari. All of it! Half our supplies gone now, after that all-night stampede. Wasted! Waste of time, supplies, and lives.
Elizabeth Curtis: Glares at him, too sleepy to argue.
Allan Quatermain: Well, I hope the lady enjoyed it!
Elizabeth Curtis: Ignores him.

Allan Quatermain: The only way out of this is... suffocation.