Thomas Mitchell credited as playing...
Barnard
- Alexander P. 'Lovey' Lovett: [seeing banquet spread] Well I, I just feel as though I'm being made ready for the executioner.
- Barnard: [sniffing foods] Yeah, well if this be execution, lead me to it.
- Alexander P. 'Lovey' Lovett: That's what they do with cattle, just before the slaughter.
- Chang: There is a tribe of porters some 500 miles from here. That is our only contact with the outside world. Every now and again, depending on favorable weather of course, they make the journey.
- George Conway: How do we get in touch with them?
- Chang: Well, in that respect, you are exceedingly fortunate. We are expecting a shipment from them almost any time now.
- Barnard: Just want to do mean by, almost any time now?
- Chang: Well, we've been expecting this particular shipment for the past two years...
- Alexander P. 'Lovey' Lovett: I don't know why I'm talking to you. Don't know you. Who are you?
- Barnard: Okay, brother.
- Alexander P. 'Lovey' Lovett: Don't call me brother.
- Barnard: Okay, sister.
- Barnard: Good morning, Lovey.
- Alexander P. 'Lovey' Lovett: I beg pardon?
- Barnard: I say, good morning, Lovey.
- Alexander P. 'Lovey' Lovett: Good morning. Look here, young man, I didn't care for sister last night and I don't like Lovey this morning. My name is Lovett, Alexander P.
- Barnard: How 'bout you, Lovey? Come on, let's you and I play a game of honeymoon bridge.
- Alexander P. 'Lovey' Lovett: Oh, I'm thinking.
- Barnard: Thinking? What about some double solitaire?
- Alexander P. 'Lovey' Lovett: As a matter of fact, I'm very good at double solitaire.
- Barnard: No kidding.
- Alexander P. 'Lovey' Lovett: Yes.
- Barnard: Then, I'm your man. Come on, toots!
- Barnard: I beg your pardon, brother. What did you say you were hunting?
- Alexander P. 'Lovey' Lovett: Fossils.
- Barnard: Fossils, huh?
- Alexander P. 'Lovey' Lovett: I'm a paleontologist.
- Barnard: A what?
- Alexander P. 'Lovey' Lovett: A paleontologist.
- Barnard: Ohhh... I see.
- Alexander P. 'Lovey' Lovett: I have here a discovery that will startle the world. It's the vertebra from the lumbar of a Megatherium, found in Asia.
- Barnard: Well, what do you know about that?
- Alexander P. 'Lovey' Lovett: Found in Asia. When I get home, I shall probably be knighted for it.
- Barnard: Knighted! You don't say! Do you mind if I take a look at it?
- Alexander P. 'Lovey' Lovett: Oh, not at all... This is the only thing I was able to save when those heathens surrounded me.
- Alexander P. 'Lovey' Lovett: [takes out a large vertebra bone from a specimen box] You see, from this vertebra, I shall be able to reconstruct the entire skeleton...
- Barnard: [interrupting, slightly incredulous] Wait a minute. You expect to be knighted for finding that soup bone?
- Alexander P. 'Lovey' Lovett: [slightly offended] This is the vertebra of a Megatherium found in Asia.
- Barnard: Yeah, I remember. You said that before.
- Alexander P. 'Lovey' Lovett: Sir Henry Derwent was knighted. He never got beyond the Mesozoic era.
- Barnard: [sarcastic] Aww, poor fellow!
- Alexander P. 'Lovey' Lovett: Yes, it just shows... I don't know why I'm talking to you. I don't know you. Who are you?
- Barnard: Okay, brother.
- Alexander P. 'Lovey' Lovett: Don't call me "brother."
- Barnard: [chuckles] Okay, sister... No offence. No offence.
- Robert Conway: [privately, with George, in the cockpit after the plane has crash-landed] George, our chances of getting out of this are pretty slim, but it's up to us. We can't have three hysterical people on our hands.
- Robert Conway: [returning to the main cabin, addressing the others] Well, everything is all right. The pilot won't trouble us anymore. He's.. he's dead.
- Barnard: Dead?
- Robert Conway: Probably a heart attack.
- Barnard: Well.. what are we gonna' do?
- Robert Conway: Well, there's nothing we *can* do until the morning. The storm will probably die down before then. My suggestion is that we.. we better all try and get a good night's rest.
- George Conway: [angrily] Why don't you tell them the truth! Why don't you tell them we're a million miles from civilization without a *chance* of getting out of here alive! It's slow starvation, that's what it is. A slow, horrible death!
- Gloria: [laughs hysterically] Well, that's perfect. Just perfect. What a kick I'm gonna' get out of this. A year ago, a doctor gave me six months to live. That was a year ago. I'm already six months to the good. I'm on velvet. I haven't got a thing to lose. But you - you, the noble animals of the human race. What a kick I'm gonna' get out of watching *you* squirm for a change. What a kick!
- [laughs again, but then her laughs fade to coughs]