Denys: [to Karen, whose horse has run away, leaving her at the mercy of an approaching lion] I wouldn't run. If you do, she'll think you're something good to eat.
Karen Blixen: [staring at lion] Have you - Do you have a gon ?
Denys: She won't like the smell of you.
Karen Blixen: Shoot - shoot it.
Denys: She's had breakfast.
Karen Blixen: Please shoot her.
Denys: Well, let's give her a moment.
Karen Blixen: [as lion comes closer] Oh my god, shoot her !
[Lion approaches Karen then wanders off into brush]
Karen Blixen: Just how much closer did you expect to let her come ?
Denys: A bit. It wanted to see if you'd run. That's how they decide. A lot like people that way.
Karen Blixen: She almost had me for lunch !
Denys: Well, it wasn't her fault, baroness. She's a lion.
Karen Blixen: Well, it wasn't mine.
Denys: Doesn't that outfit come with a rifle ?
Karen Blixen: Ye-ah, uh.
[looks around]
Karen Blixen: On my saddle.
Denys: Better keep it with you. Your horse isn't much of a shot.
