You are unlucky at cards. But lucky in love. Member in like, uh, fifth or sixth grade, l was starting to get really good at poker, and going home with lots of lunch money? l got to know the principal's office really well. He always used to say to me: "How come you can't be more like your brother Peter?" Well, you know what? l was all right with that. l had no problems with that because l was proud of you. And l was never envious of anything that you had. Until now.
— 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.
You can't feel me, no
Like I feel you.
I can't steal you, no
Like you stole me.
I wonder why, why you have to lie?
When you've seen me cry,
When you've seen me shy,
When you've seen me high
When you will see me die.
Puis j'ai d'amour puis j'ai de fâcherie
Car je n'en vois nulle autre réciproque
Puis je me tais et puis je suis marrie
Car ma mémoire, en pensant, me révoque
Tous mes ennuis, dont souvent je me moque
Devant chaqun, pour montrer mon bon sens;
À mon malheur moi-même me consens
Et le celant je conclus
Que pour ôter la douleur que je sens,
Je parlerai, mais n'aimerai plus.
Il était un grand nombre de fois
Un homme qui aimait une femme
Il était un grand nombre de fois
Une femme qui aimait un homme
Il était un grand nombre de fois
Une femme et un homme
Qui n'aimaient pas celui
et celle qui les aimaient
Il était une fois Une seule fois peut-être
Une femme et un homme qui s'aimaient