[to Dr. Zaius after he finds a lobotomized Landon]
George Taylor: You did it. You cut up his brain, you bloody baboon!
Cornelius: Well Taylor, we're all fugitives now.
George Taylor: Do you have any weapons, any guns?
Cornelius: The best, but we won't need them.
George Taylor: I'm glad to hear it. I want one anyway.
George Taylor: If this is the best they've got around here, in six months we'll be running this planet.
Limbo: The young ones make great pets. Just make sure you get rid of them before they mature. Believe me, the last thing you want is a human teenager running around your house.
[after seeing Taylor shave off his beard]
Lucius: Why did you do that? Scrape off your hair?
George Taylor: In my world, when I left it, only kids your age wore beards.
Julius: [Julius stops hosing Taylor briefly] Shut, up you freak!
George Taylor: Julius, you...
Julius: [He turns on the hose again] I said shut up!
George Taylor: [to Lucius] Remember, never trust anybody over 30.
Lucius: You can't trust the older generation.
Dr. Zaius: Ah, yes - the young ape with a shovel. I hear you're planning another archeological expedition. Cornelius, a friendly word of warning - as you dig for artifacts, be sure you don't bury your reputation.
Dr. Zaius: You are a menace. A walking pestilence.
Dr. Zaius: Have you forgotten your scripture, the thirteenth scroll? "And Proteus brought the upright beast into the garden and chained him to a tree and the children did make sport of him."
Dodge: The question is not so much where we are as when we are.
George Taylor: Chalk up another victory to the human spirit.
Cornelius: Taylor, you are not in command here. Put down that gun!
George Taylor: Shut up!
Dr. Zira: But what about your theory? The existence of someone like Taylor might prove it.
Cornelius: Zira, do you want to get my head chopped off?
Dr. Zira: Oh, don't be foolish. If it's true, they'll have to accept it.
Cornelius: [chuckles] No, they won't.
[Prying open Leo's mouth and looking down his throat, as though looking for a soul]
General Thade: Is there a soul in there?
Limbo: Can't we all just get along?
General Thade: Everything in the human culture takes place below the waist!
Thade's Father: Damn them!
General Thade: I will stop him, father.
Thade's Father: Damn them... damn them all to hell!
