Red: Row, you blasted bourgeois! It's a nice day for it.
Carl Denham: Do you think he knew he was saving me?
Carl Denham: If I don't get out of this house I'll bite someone.
Carl Denham: Skipper, believe it or not, there's a little Kong!
Englehorn: What? A little K -... How little?
Carl Denham: Well, just a little one... about twelve feet high.
Reporter: If I don't get a story I'll lose my job.
Carl Denham: Alright, tell 'em this: Carl Denham, the boy who was gonna make a million dollars off King Kong, is flat broke.
Helstrom: Oh, and I'm going to make you First Mate.
Red: Is that so? Do you think we got rid of a good captain for a bad one?
Charlie, the Chinese Cook: I guess next time you leave big monkey alone, huh?
Hilda: You said, 'Stick to you'.
Carl Denham: I'm the guy that knocked out your pop with a gas bomb and then carried him off to New York in chains. I've been sorry for it ever since. Yeah. You see, the poor old geezer got shot at the finish and I guess if I'd left him alone we'd all been better off. This is sort of an apology.
