— Where shall I find a new adversary so close to my own level?
— Try the local sewer.
You and I are very much alike. Archaeology is our religion, yet we have both fallen from the purer faith. Our methods have not differed as much as you pretend. I am a shadowy reflection of you. It would take only a nudge to make you like me, to push you out of the light.
Okay, Jones. You win. Blow it up. Yes, blow it up. Blow it back to God. All your life has been spent in pursuit of archaeological relics. Inside the Ark are treasures beyond your wildest aspirations. You want to see it open as well as I. Indiana... we are simply passing through history. This... This is history. Do as you will.
— Why, Dr Jones, whatever are you doing in such a nasty place?
— Why don't you come on down here. I'll show you.
— Thank you, my friend, but I think we are all very comfortable up here.
— That's right, isn't it?
— Yes, we are very comfortable up here. So, once again, Jones, what was briefly yours is now mine. What a fitting end to your life's pursuits. You're about to become a permanent addition to this archaeological find. Who knows? In a thousand years, even you may be worth something.
— If you're trying to escape on foot, the desert is three weeks in every direction, so please, eat something. I must apologise for their treatment of you. Yeah. Whose idea was it?
— No food, no water. What kind of people are these friends of yours?
— At this particular time and place, to do my work, they are necessary evils. They're not my friends. However, with the right connections, even in this part of the world, we are not entirely uncivilised.