Margo Hunt Quotes in Cannibal Women in the Avocado Jungle of Death (1989)

Jim: Do you know what jungle herb cures the poisonous bite of the river snake? Do you know where the only land route is around the white waters of death? Do you know the way through the secret maze caves that lie underneath Hangman's Cliff? Huh, do you?

Margo Hunt: Well, no, I don't. Do you?

Jim: Well, no, but I have this paperback.

[Dr. Hunt, Bunny and Jim are on a boat on the river into the Avocado Jungle]

Bunny: [frightened] What was that?

Margo Hunt: Something went under the boat - something big!

Jim: Ah, it's probably just a rock.

Margo Hunt: Hardly.

[There is a splashing sound]

Margo Hunt: A hippo, look!

Jim: [derisively] A hippo? In California?

Margo Hunt: The Palm Springs hippo. It's a lighter version than its African cousin because of the low-cholesterol diet. But it's just as deadly!

[the trio comes upon the tents of the men who live in symbiosis with the Piranha Women]

Bunny: What are they called?

Margo Hunt: The Donahues.

[to the frightened men in their tents]

Margo Hunt: Come on out! Don't be afraid!

Bunny: We won't eat you! We promise. Don't be afraid.

Margo Hunt: I'm an ethnographer!

[the men come out of their tents, crawling on all fours]

Jim: [disgusted] God, what wimps!

Margo Hunt: It's a different culture, Jim!

Bunny: [clutching her hands beneath her chin] I think they're sweet.

[the men offer pieces of fabric]

Margo Hunt: Oh, thank you! It's beautiful.

[the crawling men start to chant: "Donahue! Alan Alda! Mark Harman! Walter Mondale!"]

Margo Hunt: They're an ancient commune of feminists, so radical, so militant, so left of center they... they eat their men.

Bunny: Oh, that. Well, if I like a guy, I usually start at...

Margo Hunt: They don't eat their men like that, Bunny.

Margo Hunt: San Bernardino, a rough speck of civilization on the edge of the avocado belt. We'll head down to some local establishments and see if we can find a mercenary to guide us through the jungle.

Bunny: [scared] I've never been to San Bernardino before.

Margo Hunt: Don't worry, Bunny,

[extracts gun]

Margo Hunt: we'll be all right.

[At the end of a class about gender relations, Bunny rushes up to Dr. Hunt, who is erasing the blackboard]

Bunny: Dr. Hunt, I just love your class!

Margo Hunt: Well, thank you, Bunny. You can call me Margo.

Bunny: [in a rush of enthusiasm] I like it so much, I've been thinking about changing my major from Home Economics to Feminist Studies, but I wasn't sure if you had any feminist cooking classes.

Margo Hunt: I don't think we do, no. Interesting thought, though.

Ford Maddox: Dr. Hunt, 98 percent of the avocadoes produced in the United States come from the state of California. Most of these come from a jungle area that spreads from Bakersfield to the Mexican border: the Avocado Belt.

Margo Hunt: I'm aware of that. What does it have to do with me?

Col. Mattel: Miss Hunt, maybe you don't get the point. Avocadoes are vital to this nation's security interests. The Communists are already in control of Nicaragua and Guatemala and El Salvador, strife with revolution. California is the last secure supply of avocadoes in the free world! We're on the verge of a major Avocado Gap with the Soviet Union.

[Dr. Hunt, Jim and Bunny are making their way through the jungle and finding knitted pot-holders and doilies hung upon the trees as they progress]

Margo Hunt: We want to be the first outsiders ever to make contact.

Jim: They're disgusting!

Bunny: Who?

Margo Hunt: They're not disgusting. You think that anyone who chooses to live their life differently than you is disgusting. Well, different life-styles have different traditions, Jim.

Jim: They're snivelling worms and I don't have the stomach to look at them.

Bunny: Who?

Margo Hunt: It's just a legend, really, that in the Avocado Jungle, there's a tribe of men who live apart from the Piranha Women.

Jim: And cower in fear of them.

Margo Hunt: They have different cultures, Jim! They're really very caring and nurturing.

Jim: They're a bunch of wienies!

Bunny: They make pot-holders?

Margo Hunt: Well, they make baked goods, sew their own clothes, and they leave out handicrafts for the Piranha Women. And, in return, they don't eat them! Kind of a symbiotic relationship.

Jim: Kind of an idiotic relationship is more like it!

Margo Hunt: It was a one-night stand. I was half-drunk and left right after we had sex. We didn't say eight words to each other, and all yours were composed of one syllable.

Jim: Hah! Just like you to count the words, Dr. Hunt.

Margo Hunt: San Bernardino, a rough speck of civilization on the edge of the Avocado belt.

Bunny: I've never been to San Bernardino before.

Margo Hunt: drawing her .44 magnum: Don't worry, Bunny. We'll be alright.