Indiana Jones

— You're not the man I knew ten years ago.
— It's not the years, honey, it's the mileage.

— You're a teacher?
— Part-time.

— What does this Ark look like?
— There's a picture of it right here. That's it.
— Good God.
— Yes, that's just what the Hebrews thought.
— Now, what's that supposed to be coming out of there?
— Lightning... fire... power of God or something.
— I'm beginning to understand Hitler's interest in this.
— Oh, yes. The Bible speaks of the Ark levelling mountains, and laying waste to entire regions. An army which carries the Ark before it... is invincible.

— Indiana Jones. Always knew, someday, you'd come walking back through my door. I never doubted that. Something made it inevitable. So, what are you doing here in Nepal?
— I need one of the pieces your father collected.
— I learnt to hate you in the last ten years.
— I never meant to hurt you.
— I was a child. I was in love. It was wrong and you knew it.
— You knew what you were doing.
— Now I do. This is my place. Get out.
— I did what I did. You don't have to be happy about it, but maybe we could help each other out now. I need one of the pieces your father collected. Bronze piece, about this size, with a hole in it, off-centre, with a crystal. You know the one I mean?
— Yeah. I know it.
— Where's Abner?
— Where's Abner? Abner's dead.
— Marion, I'm sorry.
— Do you know what you did to me, to my life?
— I can only say I'm sorry so many times.
— Well, say it again, anyway.
— Sorry.
— Yeah, everybody's sorry. Abner was sorry for dragging me all over this earth looking for his little bits of junk. I'm sorry to still be stuck in this dive.
— Everybody's sorry for something.