Will: Whoo! I made it! I'm alive! I can't believe it!
Augustus: I can't believe it either. Your damn chute wasn't supposed to open.
Will: Yeah, your plane wasn't supposed to crash neither. I guess you just having an all-around bad day, huh?
Augustus: How the hell you land so close to me?
Will: I guess I'm just lucky.
Augustus: Mayday. Mayday! This is Afro-Niner 423. We've gone down. Our precise position is somewhere over some trees and rocks and stuff.

Augustus: Ah, civilization! Two backpacks and, look! A broken radio. All we got to do is stay here until these guys come back.
Will: They are back.
Augustus: They are? Where? Where?
Will: This is our stuff!

Augustus: You know what, boy? You've got a double order of lip. And I got a short stack of patience.
Will: What the hell does that mean?
Augustus: Put up your hands. I'm gonna give you a good butt-whipping.
Will: Look. Please, you're like 479 years old, right? And I ain't trying to be out here fighting no old man.
Augustus: Oh, fine, that makes it easier for me.

Philip: Look, my nephew is a city boy. I'm worried he might not survive in the woods.
Ranger: Oh, where's he from?
Philip: West Philadelphia.
Ranger: Oh, don't worry. If he can survive there a couple of snakes and bears aren't gonna bother him.

Will: Man. Look at those stars. You don't see them like that back in the city.
Augustus: Yeah, too much light.
Will: You know, being out here in nature, two guys against the elements, it's like guys just naturally kind of bond with each other, you know? You come together through a tough situation. Actually start to like each other. That ain't happening with us.
Augustus: Not even a little.

Augustus: Hey, what you know about some jazz, boy?
Will: Oh, man, my grandma used to play Ella all the time. Ella, Sarah, Thelonius, Miles, Bert.
Augustus: Oh, man, those were the days. Before the music died.
Will: Hey, yeah, you can stop there. The music ain't died. Now, you got Guru, Diggable Planets, A Tribe Called Quest.
Augustus: The defense rests.
Will: No, I'm telling you, they got a nice blend of the old school with the new. Lisa likes it.
Augustus: Lisa listens to jazz?
Will: Oh, man, we listen to jazz every time when we try to get in the mood... Is that Orion the Hunter? Look at that.

Hilary: I mean, I always found it so incredible that only I could prevent forest fires. I mean, that's so much responsibility.
Ranger Franklin: You know, I really should be out there looking for your cousin.
Hilary: Oh, don't worry. Will likes to sleep in.

Ashley: Will! Oh, thank God you're all right.
Carlton: The pool house wouldn't have been the same without you.
Will: Hey, thanks a lot, Carlton.
Carlton: [to Philip] There, I said it. You happy?

Augustus: Where's that boy with that firewood? Wilbur!
[meanwhile:]
Will: Yo, outside is a trail of hot sauce. Light a match, take you right to him.

Augustus: Wilbur! Robin Hood, are you around here? Anybody! Red Rooster? Anybody, give me a hand. Squirrel! I need Give me a piece of cheese, I'm hungry. Little Red Riding Hood, where are you? Wilbur! Hey! They leaving me out here by myself. I'm scared.
Stage Manager: We need some more people, come on in.
Augustus: The Three Bears, where are you? Help me, somebody.
Will: John. The show's over.
Augustus: Help me, please. Where are you?
Will: John. You can stay out here if you want.
Augustus: Wilbur! What the hell happened to everything?