Tula:
[Tula has just given a drink of "gin" to a tribal chieftain; he refuses to return the bottle] I hate to see good gin wasted on a dried-up monkey like that.
Cookie Harris: That's not gin I gave him - - that's kerosene.
[Cookie and Tula look at the chief, happily drinking the "gin," and both giggle]
Cookie Harris: That's not gin I gave him - - that's kerosene.
[Cookie and Tula look at the chief, happily drinking the "gin," and both giggle]