:10:01
...I should like to volunteer.
:10:04
No newspapermen, thank you.
Anyone else?
:10:09
Lord Brass, proprietor of The Gazette,
will match Lord Roxton's offer.
:10:13
What?!
:10:15
- In that case, you're in!
- Have you gone mad?
:10:19
This might be the story of the century,
owned exclusively by The Gazette!
:10:23
- Not if he's a raving lunatic.
- Then keep me on obituaries forever.
:10:28
Never mind that, laddie.
You'll be writing your own.
:10:32
Well, Leo. What do you say?
Why don't you join me?
:10:35
Nothing on Earth would cause me
to risk my scholarly reputation
:10:40
by taking part in your ludicrous hare-brained
wild-goose chase of an expedition!
:10:46
Professor Challenger.
May we have a word? The London Times.
:10:50
Of course.
What would you like to know?
:10:53
- May I have your name, sir?
- Professor L Summerlee.
:10:58
You really don't have to do this.
You have nothing to prove.
:11:01
It's my responsibility to ensure
there's SOME proper science on this trip.
:11:05
Lord Brass expects a handsome return
on his investment. Make sure he gets it.
:11:10
I'll do my best, Mr. McArdle.
:11:13
I should have sent Arkwright.
Well, you'll have to do.
:11:18
Don't come back
without a front page, Malone.
:11:24
I want a full accounting
of your expenses, down to the last penny!
:11:32
- Lord Roxton. A few words, sir?
- No questions. Thank you.
:11:36
Bye-bye.
:11:44
Oh, hello. How sweet of you to come.
:11:50
I do not expect to find dinosaurs, but I do
understand science is indigestible to people
:11:55
unless dressed up in a colourful package.
:11:58
Professor Challenger!
Do you really expect to see dinosaurs?