Eddie: (to Professor Smith-Myles) The only tissue sample I'm bringing back is the head of that hairy beast.
Mr. Roarke: Treacherous reefs and unscalable cliffs, only one outsider has ever been reported there. A bush pilot who crashed on the island over 25 years ago. Undoubtedly driven mad by loneliness and privation.
Barney: An Island of ah beautiful women.
Mr. Roarke: Whatever, he resisted all attempts to rescue him.
Barney: If it was because of the women, I mean who could blame him. When do I leave?
Mr. Roarke: We could drop you on the island by parachute this afternoon. Oh, Mr. Shaw, I must warn you however that island is unchartered, I have no powers there and I will be unable to guarantee your safety. You could be risking your life.
Barney: Yeah, what a way to go! Mr. Roarke I'll be ready to leave this afternoon!