— I didn't know you could fly a plane.
— Fly, yes. Land, no.
Archeology is the search for fact... not truth. If it's truth you're interested in, Dr. Tyree's philosophy class is right down the hall.
— Snakes. Why did it have to be snakes?
— Asps. Very dangerous. You go first.
— There are two dead people down here!
— There're going to be two dead people in here! Hurry!
— 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.
— Where shall I find a new adversary so close to my own level?
— Try the local sewer.
— 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.
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