- [first lines]
- [Jungle Jim and his party hear the sound of jungle drums nearby]
- Phyllis Bruce: What's that? What does it mean?
- Jungle Jim: Sounds like a ritual. Someone's being sacrificed.
- [referring to the witch doctor Jungle Jim just knocked out]
- Phyllis Bruce: Who's the sleeping beauty?
- Jungle Jim: Name's Wombulu - a pretty nasty character.
- Phyllis Bruce: He's wasting his talents on voodoo. He could get rich haunting houses.
- Abel Peterson: How nice to see you again, Major Green. Pity we have to relieve you of Major Schultz, but I think it better that he tells *us* where the paintings are hidden.
- Commissioner Kingston: Who are these men?
- Maj. Bill Green: Three of the slickest crooks in the business.
- Abel Peterson: Now, now, Major...
- Maj. Bill Green: Abel Peterson, Mike Kovacs and Jerry Masters - specialists in art collection... other people's art collections.
- [referring to the jungle drums constant pounding]
- Maj. Bill Green: Don't they ever get tired of beating those drums, Jim?
- Jungle Jim: In the jungle, drums are newspapers, radio, telephone and Western Union all wrapped up in one.
- [last lines]
- Jungle Jim: Tamba, get away from there!
- [Tamba flicks the switch on the Commissioner's intercom and spouts chimpanzee gibberish into the microphone]
- Man on the Intercom: Yes sir, I'll take care of it right away.
- [the headhunter tribe and voodoo worshipping tribe are fighting Peterson and his men]
- Phyllis Bruce: Jim, what's going on back there?
- Jungle Jim: A family reunion - I'll tell you about it later.
- Maj. Bill Green: Wait a minute, Jim. There's something strange about this place. I don't know what... .
- Phyllis Bruce: It's so quiet.
- Jungle Jim: Yes. It's too quiet.