Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Immortality. You wanted to live for ever, didn't you?
Taylor, quit riding him.
Oh, don't be silly. He's perfectly tame.
I'll ask you to reconsider the rash course you've undertaken.
You never told me - why do you call this the forbidden zone?
Sir, perhaps the... question is the point at issue.
Let's see.
No, no, no! Wait!
What about me?
- What is this? - A hearing.
Now the tribunal has placed you in my custody
Life.
Let's find 'em.
There's a life-size bronze statue of you standing out there somewhere.
The most precious cargo we'd brought along.
Blessed are the vegetarians
and I'll be joining them
"Drive him back into his jungle lair."
What are you doing?
He Kills for Lust or Sport or Greed
- What about it? - A fort!
on the speech centers - on the brain.
What's so special about it?
Hunter, warrior,
YES ITS TIME TO FACE THE TRUTH HORN!
- This stuff stinks! - Well, so do you. Like all men.
Oh, and the glory. Don't forget that.
You may not like what you find.
There are geologists on my staff who'd laugh at your speculations.
- Here. Put this on. - Don't you have any clothes for me?
"Shun him."
He can be taught a few simple tricks. Nothing more.
1,200 years ago.
You
Guards!
beloved father,
Dear, you're a scientist.
Stay still now. Don't give me any trouble.
Answer the question, Dr. Zira. Is it a man?
He seems to want something.
Silence there!
Yeah. Me Tarzan, you Jane.
And beyond that?
Anyway, I... ought to thank you for saving me. You'll be in trouble for that.
Good morning, Your Excellency.
You know, they can't... Watch out.
What if Taylor is exactly the proof you needed?
Damn you! You hairy scum!
he discovered traces of a culture older than recorded time.
The men who sent us on this journey are long since dead and gone.
a font of simian kindness.
There can't afford to be anywhere around. I'm sorry. There can't afford to be anywhere around. I'm sorry.
This thing. This thing.
Do you realize what that means?
if you persist in pointing guns in my direction, you'll hang for high treason.
that the prisoner's story is false.
Nothing will grow here. There's just a trace of carbohydrates.
A madhouse!
Nova, no. Nova!
You... Nova.
He was
I see you've brought the female of your species.
There can't be. I'm sorry.
Flight is a scientific impossibility.
We've had enough sleep to hold us for a while.
And their bite is septic. There. Look at that.
Well...
Well, maybe they're not.