- Sheriff Giove: So they really are eating each other.
- Reba: No, the little one crawled up the big one's ass.
- Jim Bickerman: There's a cabin up the road.
- Chloe: The Bickerman place?
- Jim Bickerman: My rendezvous with your buddy Dennis.
- Chloe: No way you're a scientist. Only other reason for you to be here is as a poacher.
- Jim Bickerman: Oh.
- Chloe: And Dennis wouldn't allow that.
- Jim Bickerman: Well, sometimes money's a lot more powerful than integrity, honey.
- Chloe: You paid him to let you in?
- Jim Bickerman: Ah. Bingo.
- Max: You're a smuggler. Crocodiles are rare. The only ones of their kind. Rare means expensive.
- Jim Bickerman: All right, you got me. I'm a greedy old fart. But right now, I'm just trying to save Dennis' sorry, tree-hugging ass. It'd be a hell of a lot easier if I had a little help, kids. So what do I need to do, huh? Pay you? Because I'm about to become a rich boy. Yes, siree, I'm gonna hit the jackpot. You with me? Giddy-up.
- Reba: Hey, don't lose it.
- Sheriff Giove: I'm not fucking losing it!
- Reba: Uh, it looks like you're losing it.
- Sheriff Giove: I don't know what the hell to do.
- Reba: I take it that's an unusual feeling for you. You know what I think? I think you gotta quit your navel gazing and your soulful eye-banging with G.I. Joe over there and do your damn job. You are the most by-the-book, stick-in-the-mud bitch I know. The kind who wouldn't let emotions get in the way of what she had to do. That is who is gonna find Chloe. So be her again.