David Huxley: My bone. It's rare. It's precious. What did you do with it?
Susan Vance: The bone!
David Huxley: Susan, you had it. Give it to me.
Susan Vance: No, I haven't got it.
David Huxley: Did you carry it somewhere?
Susan Vance: No, David. Why would I carry a bone around?
David Huxley: I wouldn't dare give a reason for anythting you do.
Susan Vance: Well, I guess you'll have to find another one.
David Huxley: It took three expeditions and five years to find that one!
Susan Vance: David, now that they know where to find one, couldn't you send them back to get another one?