Hilda:
[tries to coax her show's released monkeys out of the trees] Tony, won't you please come down? Tony? Tony?
Carl Denham: You'll never catch a monkey that way.
Hilda: Did you ever catch a monkey?
Carl Denham: Did *I* ever catch...?
[dry chuckle]
Carl Denham: Lady, you'd be surprised.
Carl Denham: You'll never catch a monkey that way.
Hilda: Did you ever catch a monkey?
Carl Denham: Did *I* ever catch...?
[dry chuckle]
Carl Denham: Lady, you'd be surprised.
Mrs. Hudson, Landlady:
[peeking out door] There's a newsboy, and a peddler, and a taxi driver out there.
Carl Denham: I betcha a nickel they're all process servers.
Carl Denham: I betcha a nickel they're all process servers.
Reporter:
If I don't get a story I'll lose my job.
Carl Denham: Alright, tell 'em this: Carl Denham, the boy who was gonna make a million dollars off King Kong, is flat broke.
Carl Denham: Alright, tell 'em this: Carl Denham, the boy who was gonna make a million dollars off King Kong, is flat broke.
Carl Denham:
[as Helstrom is clining to the small boat] Aw, Skipper, do we *hafta* bring him aboard?
Carl Denham:
If you want me to, I'll give Helstrom a tip that he's too thick with the crew.
Englehorn: Go ahead. It's bad for discipline.
Carl Denham: [sees Charlie leading a procession of the crew] Ha. We must be in Russia. Here comes the Committee of the Workers.
Charlie, the Chinese Cook: Captain Englehorn!
Englehorn: Well?
Charlie, the Chinese Cook: Captain, I went down in the forward hold.
Englehorn: What of it?
Charlie, the Chinese Cook: Captain, I found something!
Englehorn: What's the matter? Found what?
Carl Denham: [sees Charlie reach into the crowd of sailors and pull out Hilda, who was stowing away in the forward hold] Holy mackeral!
Englehorn: Go ahead. It's bad for discipline.
Carl Denham: [sees Charlie leading a procession of the crew] Ha. We must be in Russia. Here comes the Committee of the Workers.
Charlie, the Chinese Cook: Captain Englehorn!
Englehorn: Well?
Charlie, the Chinese Cook: Captain, I went down in the forward hold.
Englehorn: What of it?
Charlie, the Chinese Cook: Captain, I found something!
Englehorn: What's the matter? Found what?
Carl Denham: [sees Charlie reach into the crowd of sailors and pull out Hilda, who was stowing away in the forward hold] Holy mackeral!
