Bob Rainsford: This world's divided into two kinds of people: the hunter and the hunted. Luckily I'm the hunter. Nothing can change that.

Doc: I was thinking of the inconsistency of civilization. The beast of the jungle, killing just for his existence, is called savage. The man, killing just for sport, is called civilized. It's a bit inconsistent, isn't it?
Bob Rainsford: Now just a minute. What makes you think it isn't just as much sport for the animal as it is for the man. Now take that fellow, for instance. There never was a time when he couldn't have gotten away, but he didn't want to. He got interested in hunting me. He didn't hate me for stalking him anymore than I hated him for trying to charge me. As a matter of fact, we admired each other.
Doc: Perhaps, but would you change places with the tiger?
Bob Rainsford: Well, not *now*.

[first lines]
Captain: The channel's here on the chart, all right, and so are the marking lights.
First mate: Then what's wrong with them?
Captain: Those lights don't seem to be in just the right place. They're both a bit out of position according to this.
First mate: Two light buoys means a safe channel between the world over!
Captain: "Safe between the world over" doesn't go in these waters.