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 gun?
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.