Richard «Rick» O'Connell

Honey, whatcha doing? These guys don't use doors.

— If I were to say to you, I'm a stranger traveling from the east, seeking that which is lost...
— Then I would reply that I am a stranger traveling from the west.

— Any last requests, pig?
— Yeah? Loosen the knot and let me go.

— It's called stealing.
— You and my brother call it 'borrowed'.

After what I just saw, I'm willing to go on a little faith here.

— It's just a box!
— Reading is also not reproduced to anything bad, but do you remember how it ended last time?

— By the way, why did you kiss me?
— I was about to be hanged. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

— Egypt is in my blood. You see, my father was a very, very famous explorer. And he loved Egypt so much, he married my mother, who was an Egyptian and quite an adventurer herself?
— I get your father and I get your mother, and... I get him, but... What are you doing here?
— Look, I may not be an explorer or an adventurer or a treasure seeker or a gunfighter, Mr. O'Connell, but I am proud of what I am.
— And what is that?
— I... am a librarian. And I am going to kiss you, Mr. O'Connell.
— Call me Rick.

— I only want four! Four! I only want for, not a whole bloody herd! O'Connell! Can you believe the cheek?
— Just pay the man.

You know, if you move that fast enough, you can almost write your name.