Now just a minute here. Yooooou cannot … keep this up. With all the buzzin’‚ and zoomin’‚ around—and it’s coming this way and goin’‚ that way, all you aeroplanes with the rat-tat-tatting and the zippin’‚ by my head, just making me angry. I. Am King Kong, you understand? I am not the target for you to hit and knock off this building with your pitiful little bullets. Do not make me … angry. Do you understand me when I tell you that I will not stand for it? Thiiiissss is where I put my foot down, you see? IIIIIIIIIIII am from a place called Skull Island. Now. I was brought here from my home, Skull Island, on a boat without my consent. Fifteeeeeeeen thousand hours. On a tiny boat from my home—Skull. Island—to this city called New York. Was … the boat ride nice? No. This was a boat that was far too small for a creature my size, you understand. IIIIIIIIf you put. A creature my size on a boat that size, there is going to be a problem. And the waves are crashing: ka-sploosha, ka-sploosha, ka-sploosha. And we’re teetering back and forth: ka-reeeeeek, ka-reeeek, ka-reeeek. And the waves are coming now and they’re splashing: ka-sploosha, ka-sploosha … ka-reeeek, ka-reeeek, ka-sploosha, ka-sploosha. Now. You tell me. Am I going to enjoy that? How can I arrive in New York City happy after that? And let me just clarify for a moment: IIIIIIIIIII am not mad. IIIIIIII am angry. There’s a difference, you see. Dogs get mad. Sophisticated, educated giant gorillas like myself get angry. So when I sit here up on this building with this lovely lady, I want to be left alone. We. Want to be left alone. Now. Do I. Make myself clear?
September 14, 2006
Bill Cosby’s Unused Dialogue as the Voice of King Kong During the Final Confrontation on Top of the Empire State Building in Peter Jackson’s King Kong
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