Buck Hendrick, Jack McGee and others in “The Antowuk Horror”

[laughs] You're an amateur, Jack my boy! That creature of yours will never come back again. Animals never return to where they've been shot at, I guarantee it. Why, I shot a big rogue elephant once...

Hendricks! [pause] I told you before, I can't use you.

Nah, it's been three weeks. Now, that Hulk of yours is gone up into the mountains somewhere to hole up. Now, I know animals and I guarantee it.

Well, your guarantees don't make it so, Buck. Not anymore. The answer is still no.

Now listen, Jack. Together we could bag this thing.

Look, Buck, [takes out some money from his jacket pocket] my expense account has stretched pretty far as it is with...

[stops Jack] I don't want a handout. I want a job. I'm a hunter not a charity case. [takes out a piece of paper] Now... [reading from the paper] "Buck Hendrick. Big game hunter. Extraordinaire." Remember? [putting the paper back into his pocket] I gave you plenty of good copy in my time.

Listen, Jack. If we shoot this Hulk creature of yours, it'll be just like it used to be. You'll have a great story, and I'll be right back on the lecture circuit.

Do you hear yourself? Five years ago, you wouldn't've even considered shooting something that's worth more alive than it is dead. Now, Buck, forget it! Just go home!

[points to his hunting car] That's my home!

Well, I'm sorry about that. I really am sorry. But I can't help you. [gets into his car]

All right, McGee. All right! I'll beat you to the punch! I'll get you your monster first, and I'll kill it!

It'll show itself again. Big ones always do. Buck Hendricks will be there. Guarantee it.