Lord Glenarvan Quotes in In Search of the Castaways (1962)

Lord Glenarvan: By Jove, I never saw a rope burn like that.

Jacques Paganel: Gun powder. It's woven in like a fuse.

Lord Glenarvan: Only gone down half an inch in two days. We'll be here for ten years at this rate.

Jacques Paganel: Ha-ha! Cheer up, milord. We pay no rent. Mother Nature sets the table for us, and, fortunately, we have plenty of water.

Lord Glenarvan: Ridiculous! Why should a shark want to swallow a bottle?

Jacques Paganel: Ah, what was in his mind, I - I not know, I tell you only what was in his stomach.

Lord Glenarvan: On my soul, I don't know which is worse: a crazy man who thinks he's smart, or a Frenchman who admits he's stupid.

Lord Glenarvan: First class shooting, Sir! First time, right through the heart.

Chief Thalcave: No. Shoot through heart, bird go limp, drop small boy. But shoot back of head, bird go stiff, wings go up, he circle down, land boy safe.

Jacques Paganel: You mean you purposely induced motor paralysis through damage on the medulla.

Chief Thalcave: Not understand.

Lord Glenarvan: Neither do I.

Lord Glenarvan: My dear boy, if that's the way you feel about it, let's have a look at the blasted note. Where is it?

John Glenarvan: In the bottle.

Lord Glenarvan: Well, where's the bottle?

John Glenarvan: The Frenchman has it.

Lord Glenarvan: Confounded, where's the Frenchman?

John Glenarvan: You had him thrown off the ship in Glasgow.

Lord Glenarvan: Good gracious, the Frenchman! I thought...

Jacques Paganel: Oh, but I give you my word I was put off the ship. Heh! Fortunately, I do not let such things upset me. The note, milord.

Lord Glenarvan: Motley-looking lot of fellows you've got together.

Thomas Ayerton: Heh heh. Well, when you look for men that go into Maori country, you don't choose them from among the socially elite.

Lord Glenarvan: Heh-heh! Jolly well put.

Jacques Paganel: Alpine type glacier, drift minimum.

Lord Glenarvan: We'll never get out of here... alive.

Jacques Paganel: The ice melts and gets out, why can't we?

Lord Glenarvan: [as John starts to put his hand on Mary's shoulder] Ah, there you are, my boy. Better get some sleep, you know. Got an early start.

John Glenarvan: We're too excited to sleep.

Lord Glenarvan: Hmm. So I see! You'd better come along with me, just the same.

Jacques Paganel: [sung] Why cry about bad weather? Enjoy it! Each moment is a treasure. Enjoy it! We're travelers on life's highway, enjoy the trip. Each lovely twist and byway, each bump and dip. If there's a complication, enjoy it! You've got imagination, employ it. And you'll see roses in the snow, joie de vivre will make them grow. Voila, that's life, enjoy it! Since I must do the cooking, I'll enjoy it. This ombu tree smells gorgeous, you'll enjoy it. A hurricane comes your way, enjoy the breeze! You're stranded in the jungle, hah!, enjoy the trees! If there's a complication, enjoy it!

Lord Glenarvan: Ha ha ha!

Jacques Paganel: You've got imagination, employ it. This tree's a - cornucopia, why it could be...

Mary Grant: Utopia!

Jacques Paganel: Voila! That's right! Enjoy it!

Mary Grant: Why cry about bad weather? Enjoy it!

Jacques Paganel: No, enjoy.

Mary Grant: Oh, each moment is a treasure, enjoy it!

Jacques Paganel: That's better, enjoy it.

Mary Grant: We're traveler's on life's highway, enjoy the trip.

Jacques Paganel: Ha ha ha!

Mary Grant: Each lovely twist and byway, each bump and dip.

Jacques Paganel: Good!

Jacques Paganel, Mary Grant: If there's a complication, enjoy it, enjoy it. You've got imagination, employ it, employ it. From eggs and herbs au naturel,

Mary Grant: Omelette Ombu a la Paganel.

Jacques Paganel: Pour vous, milord,

Jacques Paganel, Mary Grant: Enjoy it!

Chief Thalcave: Much rain there. You sleep in tree. May come flood.

Lord Glenarvan: Flood! By George, that's a good one!

Jacques Paganel: Giant ombu tree. Phytolacca dioica. Aha! Magnificent specimen!

Robert Grant: Oh, *please*, may we sleep in it?

Lord Glenarvan: You can sleep where you like, but I certainly don't intend to roost in a tree like a confounded sparrow. Pitch my tent just here.

Lord Glenarvan: Robert! Do you see anything of an Indian on horseback coming to our rescue?

Lord Glenarvan: Only some birds!

Lord Glenarvan: Only some... achoo!

Jacques Paganel: Thank you, milord!

[kisses Glenarvan on both cheeks]

Lord Glenarvan: Oh, please! I'm an Englishman, you know!

Lord Glenarvan: Earthquake? Who said anything about an earthquake?

Jacques Paganel: Ah... I'm so stupid... milord. I didn't realize it until later. The Indian. When he did uh, uh, that, you see? He did not mean it was cold, no. He meant: tranco *piray*: earth *quake*. This is the land of many earthquakes.

Lord Glenarvan: Oh gracious me.

Jacques Paganel: In the whole world, no place has such big, such beautiful, such magnificent earthquakes as right here. But - huh-huh! - it is one chance in a million we should be so *fortunate*.

Lord Glenarvan: Heh-heh. Ye - Ye - Yes, of course, quite right. Besides, this place looks it's been here hundreds of years, doesn't it? I mean, uh, it's safe to assume that it will last one more night... *Hey*? *Oui*, monsieur?

Jacques Paganel: Oui, milord.

Robert Grant: And I'll wake you up if one comes, your lordship.

Chief Thalcave: Flood come. You go quick to tree. I ride for help.

Lord Glenarvan: Not even raining.

[attempts to go back to sleep]

Robert Grant: It's a tiger!

Jacques Paganel: No no! It's a jaguar! Felis onca!

Lord Glenarvan: Get that beast outta here!

Lord Glenarvan: That's a fine thing. When I really want something, no one takes the slightest notice. If I happen to drop a casual remark...

John Glenarvan: Casual remark? "Throw him off the ship before I call the police! We ought to hang him from the yardarm!"

Lord Glenarvan: My dear children, ever since I posted the reward for news of your father's ship, people have been turning up with notes they claimed to have found in bottles. How many is this, John?

John Glenarvan: Uh, twenty-two, father.

Lord Glenarvan: If I had my way, every last one of the culprits would be hanged from the yardarm. Exploiting human misery, that's what it is. Nothing more vicious, more... treacherous.

Mary Grant: [sees an upcoming wall of ice] Oh!

Lord Glenarvan: Abandon ship!

Mary Grant: No, wait! There's a hole in the ice!

Lord Glenarvan: But we don't know where it goes!

Mary Grant: We'll soon find out!

Lord Glenarvan: I don't know which is worse, by George: having you so happy you sing all the time, or so glum you won't even talk. "The ombu tree is gorgeous. Enjoy it!" Huh!