Jack: It's really dangerous, here in the jungle.

I'm frightened. Of us.

I got the fear!

Jack: I'm thinking it over!

Jack: What's the matter?

Jack: What do you mean, you think? Can't you tell?

I'm so afraid. Because I'm so profoundly happy. Happiness like this is frightening...They only let you this happy if they're preparing to take something from you.

Jack: [out of shot] Darn right I am.

I am afraid of Mr. Powell. I am more afraid of him than I have ever been of shadows or the thunder or when you look through the little bubble in the glass of the window in the upstairs hall and all of the out-of-doors stretches and twists its neck.

By this time I was thoroughly terrified, not so much fearing death as the treachery of my own kind.

Now you're scaring me." "If you were not scared, you don't understand the situation.

My excitement Turns into fright. All my words fade. What am I gonna say? Mustn't give the game away.

You’re frightening me” “be frightened. Sometimes its very intelligent to be afraid”

Jack was embarrassed — never hero more,
And as he knew not what to say, he swore.