Atlantis: The Lost Empire Quotes (2001)


Atlantis: The Lost Empire Quotes (2001)


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Vinny: You got something sporty? You know, like a tuna?


Wilhelmina: We're all gonna die.


Vinny: Junior, if you're looking for the pony rides, they're back there.


Mole: You have disturbed the dirt.

Milo: Uh, pardon me?

Mole: You have disturbed the dirt! Dirt from around the globe spanning the centuries! [pulls the covers of Milo's bed, exposing clumps of dirt with little flags] What have you done? England must never merge with France!

Milo: What's it doing in my bed?

Mole: You ask too many questions! Who are you? Who sent you? Speak up!

Milo: Me? I'm, uh...

Mole: Bah! I will know soon enough. [grabs Milo's hand]

Milo: Hey, hey, hey! Let go!

Mole: Do not be such a crybaby. Hold still. [takes a bit of dirt from under one of Milo's fingernails] Aha! There you are. Now tell me your story, my little friend. [looks at dirt under magnifying lenses] Parchment fiber from the Nile Delta circa 500 B.C., lead pencil No. 2, paint flecks of a type used in government buildings, you have a cat, short hair Persian, two years old, third in a liter of seven. These are all the microscopic fingerprints of the mapmaker. [tastes dirt]

Mole: And linguist.


Wilhelmina: Thank God I lost my sense of taste years ago.


Milo: Alright, Milo, this is it. Any last words? Yeah, I really wish I had a better idea than this.


Milo: Forget your jammies, Mrs. Packard?

Wilhelmina: I sleep in the nude.

[Sweet throws a sleep mask to Milo]

Dr. Sweet: You're gonna want a pair of these. She sleepwalks.


Wilhelmina: [to her friend Margie] So I says to him, "What's wrong with my meatloaf?" and he says to me...oh, hold on a second Margie, I've got another call. Sir, we're approaching coordinates. Hello, Margie? Yes, so anyways, he says to me....


[Rourke is driving off with the crystalized Kida]

Milo: We can't let him do this!

Vinny: [holds Milo back] Wait a second.

[after crossing the bridge, Rourke pushes a detonator and the bridge is blown up]

Vinny: Okay, now you can go.


Wilhelmina: [over the P.A. system] To whoever took the "L" from the "Motor Pool" sign, ha-ha, we are all very amused.


Princess Kida: Cookies are sweet, but yours is not. Sweet is kindly, but that is not his name. Audrey is sweet, but she is not your doctor. And the little digging animal called Mole, he is your pet?

Milo: Close enough.


Milo: Will you look at the size of this? It's gotta be half a mile high, at least. It-It must have taken hundred- No, thousands of years to carve this thing.

[Vinny blows it up, and it falls down over a chasm]

Vinny: Hey, look, I made a bridge. It only took me like, what? Ten seconds? Eleven, tops.


Wilhelmina: Commander, I think you should hear this...Commander...Commander...Commander...Commander....


Vinny: You didn't just drink that, did you?

Milo: Mm-hmm.

Vinny: That's not good! That's nitroglycerin.

[Thatch gasps]

Vinny: Don't move, eh, don't breathe, don't do anything. Except pray, maybe...

Mole: [jumps up behind Milo, scaring him] BOOM!

[Vinny and The Mole laugh]


Milo: I know, why don't you translate, and I'll wave the gun around!


Dr. Sweet: Milo Thatch. You're my three o'clock. Well, no time like the present. [pulls out a huge saw]

Milo: Oh boy!

Dr. Sweet: Nice, isn't it? The catalog says that this little beauty can saw through a femur in twenty-eight seconds. I'm bettin' I can cut that time in half.


Milo: So, what... what happened to your sister?

Audrey: She's 24 and 0, with a shot at the title next month.


Helga: [about Mr. Whitmore] And relax. He doesn't bite... often.


Dr. Sweet: I'm gonna need you to fill these up. [taking out very large measuring containers]

Milo: [spits out thermometer] With what?


[Audrey is trying to saw Kida free from Rourke's hot-air balloon]

Audrey: I thought you said this thing could cut through a femur in twenty-eight seconds!

Dr. Sweet: Less talk, more saw!


Audrey: I took this job when my dad retired. But, the funny thing was, he always wanted sons, right? One to run his machine shop, another to be middleweight boxing champion. But, he got my sister and me, instead.


[Rourke has just punched the King when he refused to tell him where the crystal chamber is, and an upset Dr. Sweet checks on the mortally wounded king]


Milo: [panicking, speaking with increasing speed] It's only a grease trap, it's just like a sink; it's only a grease trap, it's just like a sink!


Preston B. Whitmore: Now, let's go over it again, just so we got it straight: you didn't find anything.

Vinny: No. Just a lot of rocks. And fish, little fish. Sponges.

Preston B. Whitmore: What happened to Helga?

Cookie: Well, we lost her when a flaming zeppelin come down on her...

[Audrey hits him with her parasol]

Cookie: Uh, missing.

Preston B. Whitmore: That's right. And Rourke?

Dr. Sweet: Nervous breakdown. You could say he went all to pieces.

Cookie: In fact, you could say he was transmogrified and then busted into a zillion...

[Audrey raises her parasol]

Cookie: He's missing too.


Mole: I'm so excited.


Dr. Sweet: Me, I hate fishing. I hate fish. Hate the taste, hate the smell, hate all them little bones.


Milo: Excuse me, you dropped your dy-dy-dy-dynamite! [nervous laugh] What else have you, uh, got in there?

Vinny: [Upon being asked what he was bringing aboard] Oh, er... gunpowder, nitroglycerin, notepads, fuses, wicks, glue, and... paper clips, big ones. You know, just, uh, office supplies.


Milo: I'll have to quit my job.

Preston B. Whitmore: It's done. You resigned this afternoon.

Milo: I did?

Preston B. Whitmore: Yep. Don't like to leave loose ends.

Milo: Oh, my apartment. I-I'm gonna have to give a notice.

Preston B. Whitmore: Taken care of.

Milo: My clothes?

Preston B. Whitmore: Packed.

Milo: My books?

Preston B. Whitmore: In storage.

Milo: My cat? [Milo's cat appears on his shoulder] My gosh.


Commander Rourke: "Mercenary"? I prefer the term "adventure capitalist".


Commander Rourke: Academics, you never wanna get your hands dirty. Think about it: if you gave back every stolen artifact from a museum, you'd be left with an empty building. [about the sound of the Leviathan] What is it? A pod of whales?

Wilhelmina: Uh-uh. Bigger.

Helga: It sounds metallic. Could be an echo off one of the rocks.

Wilhelmina: Do you wanna do my job? Be my guest.


Dr. Sweet: Rourke, this was not a part of the plan!

Commander Rourke: The plan's changed, Doc. I'd suggest you put a bandage on that bleeding heart of yours, it doesn't suit a mercenary.


Commander Rourke: I know I'm forgetting something. I got the cargo, the crystal, the crew... Oh yeah. [Punches Milo] Look at it this way, son. You were the man who discovered Atlantis, and now you're part of the exhibit.


Commander Rourke: Tell Cookie to melt the butter and break out the bibs. I want this lobster served up on a silver platter.


Cookie: Blondie, I've got a bone to pick with you.

Helga: [to Milo] Hold that thought.

Helga [to Cookie]: What is it this time, Cookie?

Cookie: You done stuffed my wagon full to bustin' with nonessentials. Look at all this. Cinnamon, oregano, ci-lantro. What in the cockadoodle is ci-lantro?


Commander Rourke: Well, as usual, diplomacy has failed us. Now, I'm going to count to ten, and you're going to tell me where the crystal is. One, two, nine...


Milo: Say, Audrey. No-no offense, but how did a teenager become the chief mechanic of a multi-million dollar expedition?


Milo: [Talking to a group of masks in his boiler room, pretending the masks are real people] Good afternoon, gentlemen. First off, I'd like to thank this board for taking the time to hear my proposal. Now, we've all heard of the legend of Atlantis, a continent somewhere in the mid-Atlantic that was home to an advanced civilization, possessing technology far beyond our own, that, according to our friend, Plato, here, was suddenly struck by some cataclysmic event that sank it beneath the sea. Now, some of you may ask, why Atlantis? It's just a myth, isn't it? Pure fantasy? Well, that is where you'd be wrong. 10,000 years before the Egyptians built the pyramids, Atlantis had electricity, advanced medicine, even the power of flight. Impossible, you say? Well, no, no, not for them. Numerous ancient cultures all over the globe agree that Atlantis possessed a power source of some kind, more powerful than steam, than, than coal. More powerful than our modern internal combustion engines. Gentlemen, I propose that we find Atlantis, find that power source, and bring it back to the surface. Now, this is a page from an illuminated text that describes a book called the Shepherd's Journal, said to have been a first-hand account of Atlantis and its exact whereabouts. Now, based on a centuries-old translation of a Norse text, historians have believed the Journal resides in Ireland. But after comparing the text to the runes on this Viking shield, I found that one of the letters have been mistranslated. So, by changing this letter and inserting the correct one, we find that the Shepherd's Journal, the key to Atlantis, lies not in Ireland, gentlemen, but in Iceland. [Pause] Pause for effect. Gentlemen, I'll take your questions now.


Dr. Sweet: Moliere, what have I told you about playing nice with other kids?! Get back! I've got soap, and I'm not afraid to use it. Back, foul creature, to the pit from whence you came!


Dr. Sweet: [They eventually see Atlantis and are awestruck by it] Milo, I got to hand it to you, you really came through. [they are suddenly ambushed by Kida's hunting party] Uh, I take that back!


Commander Rourke: [last words] Tired, Mr. Thatch?! Ah, that's darn shame... 'cause I'm just getting warmed up!


Commander Rourke: [to Milo] Well, I have to hand it to you. You're a bigger pain in the neck than I would have ever thought possible! I consider myself an even-tempered man; it takes a lot to get under my skin. But congratulations - you just won the solid gold kewpie doll!


Helga: That was an order, not a suggestion. Let's move!


Dr. Sweet: [To Rourke, who just punched King Kashekim senseless] Rourke, this was NOT a part of the plan!


Vinny: [About glowing fire fly hive] That thing is going to keep me up all night, I know it...


Cookie: I ain't so good at speechifyin'... but I want you to have this. It's the bacon grease from the whole trip.


Cookie: Saddle up, partners! Bring jerky and ammo!


Wilhelmina: [On the PA system] All hands to the launch bay. To whoever took the "L" from the "Motor Pool" sign, ha-ha, we are all very amused.


Audrey: [About Milo, who is being awkward and shy while trying to make a presentation about Atlantis] Geeze, I used to take lunch money from guys like this.


Helga: Move it, people, move! Sometime today would be nice!


Preston B. Whitmore: Your grandfather was a great man, Milo. You probably don't realize how great. Those buffoons at the museum... dragged him down, made a laughing stock of him. He died a broken man. If I could bring back just one shred of proof... that'd be enough for me.


Mole: The magma has solidified in the bowels of the volcano, effectively blocking the exit.

Wilhelmina: I got the same problem with sauerkraut.


Helga: Nothing personal.


Commander Rourke: [After throwing Helga overboard] Nothing personal!


Milo: [Ducking under high powered ammunition and missiles Rourke fires at them] Holy SMOKES! I thought you said he only had guns! Audrey: What I said was that he's never surprised!


Preston B. Whitmore: Atlantis is waiting [Holds Milo's coat towards Milo] What do you say?

Milo: [Grabbing his coat fiercely] I'M Your Man Mr Whitmore! [He puts his coat on the wrong side] You will not regret this why I'm so excited I can't even hold it in.

[Milo is seasick over the side of a ship]


Commander Rourke: [to Milo, about to leave him in a dying Atlantis, just after punching Milo] Think of it this way, son. You were the one who discovered Atlantis, and now you're part of the exhibit!


Rourke: Seven hours ago we started this expedition with two hundred of the finest men and women I've ever known. We're all that's left. I won't sugar-coat it, gentlemen- we've got a crisis on our hands. But we've been up this particular creek before and we've always come through, paddle or no paddle. I see no reason to change that policy now. From here on in, everyone pulls double duty. Everyone drives, everyone works. Looks like all our chances rest with you, Mister Thatch. You and that little book.


Preston B. Whitmore: Your grandfather was always bending my ear with stories about that book. I didn't buy it for a minute! So finally I got fed up and made a bet with the old coot. I said, "Thatch, if you ever actually find that so-called journal, not only will I finance the expedition, but I'll kiss you full on the mouth!" [Shows Milo a photo with him and Milo's grandfather spitting after they've kissed each other] Imagine my embarrassment when he found the darn thing.


Helga: There weren't supposed to be people down here. This changes everything.


Milo: [plays with a glowing fly] Heh heh! These guys are kinda cute when they're not, you know, formed into a fiery column of death.


Milo: [After seeing the Leviathan's eye] Jiminy Christmas! IT'S A MACHINE!!!


On Screen Text: [the text that appears on screen] "... in a single day and night of misfortune, the island of Atlantis disappeared into the depths of the sea." - Plato, 360 B.C.


[upon seeing Atlantis]

Cookie: Sweet mother of Jefferson Davis!


Commander Rourke: Looks like all our chances for survival rest with you, Mr. Thatch. You and that little book.


Milo: Oh, my decision? Well, I-I think we've seen how effective my decisions have been. Let's re-cap. I lead a band of plundering vandals to the greatest archaeological find in recorded history, thus enabling the kidnap and/or murder of the royal family, not to mention personally delivering the most powerful force known to man into the hands of a mercenary nutcase who's probably gonna sell it to the Kaiser! Have I left anything out?

Dr. Sweet: Well, you did set the camp on fire and drop us down that big hole.

Milo: Thank you! Thank you very much.


Milo: Okay. Here's the plan. We're gonna come in low and fast and take 'em by surprise.

Audrey: Well, I've got news for you, Milo. Rourke is never surprised and he's got a lot of guns.

Milo: Great. Well, do you have any suggestions?

Vinny: Yeah. Don't get shot!


Milo: [after being seasick] Carrots? Why is it always carrots? I didn't even eat carrots!


Commander Rourke: I love it when I win.


Milo: I'm home. Fluffy? Here, kitty.

Helga: Milo James Thatch?

Milo: Who, who are you? H-How did you get in here?

Helga: I came down the chimney, ho ho ho.


Cookie: I got your four basic food groups! Beans, bacon, whisky and lard.


Cookie: You're so skinny, if you turned sideways and stuck out your tongue, you'd look like a zipper.


Preston B. Whitmore: Your grandad had a saying: "Our lives are remembered by the gifts we leave our children." This journal is his gift to you, Milo. Atlantis is waiting. What do you say?


Commander Rourke: So we find this masterpiece. Then what?

Mole: When do we dig?

Milo: Actually, we don't have to dig. You see, according to the journal, the path to Atlantis will take us down a tunnel at the bottom of the ocean and will come up a curve into an air pocket, right here, where we'll find the remnants of an ancient highway that will lead us to Atlantis. Kind of like the grease trap in your sink.

Helga: Cartographer, linguist, plumber. Hard to believe he's still single.

Mole: You said there would be digging.

Helga: Go away, Mole.


Milo: How 'bout some slides? Th-the first slide is a depiction of a creature, a creature so frightening that sailors were said to be driven mad by the mere sight of it. [Slide shows Milo at the beach; all laugh]

Wilhelmina: Hubba, hubba.

Milo: Uh, sorry, that's... wrong.


Preston B. Whitmore: For years, your granddad bent my ear with stories about that old book. I didn't buy it for a minute. So finally, I got fed up and I made a bet with the old coot. I said, "Thatch, if you ever actually find that so-called journal, not only will I finance the expedition, but I'll kiss you full on the mouth." Imagine my embarrassment when he found the darn thing.


Milo: So, I guess this is how it ends, huh? Fine, you win. You're wiping out an entire civilization, but, hey, you'll be rich. Congratulations, Audrey. Guess you and your dad'll be able to open that second garage after all. And, Vinny, you-you can start a whole chain of flower shops. I'm sure your family's gonna be very proud. But that's what it's all about, right? Money.

Commander Rourke: Get off your soapbox, Thatch. You've read Darwin. It's called natural selection. We're just helping it along.


Princess Kida: We are not thriving. True, our people live, but our culture is dying. We are like a stone the ocean beats against. With each passing year a little more of us is worn away.


Wilhelmina: [over the P.A. system] Attention. Tonight's supper will be baked beans. Musical program to follow. Who wrote this?


Vinny: You got something sporty? You know, like a tuna?


Wilhelmina: [over the P.A. system] Attention. Tonight's supper will be baked beans. Musical program to follow. Who wrote this?


Vinny: You didn't just drink that, did you?

Milo: Mm-hmm.

Vinny: That's not good! That's nitroglycerin.

[Thatch gasps]

Vinny: Don't move, eh, don't breathe, don't do anything. Except pray, maybe...

Mole: [jumps up behind Milo, scaring him] BOOM!

[Vinny and The Mole laugh]


Milo: Will you look at the size of this? It's gotta be half a mile high, at least. It-It must have taken hundred- No, thousands of years to carve this thing.

[Vinny blows it up, and it falls down over a chasm]

Vinny: Hey, look, I made a bridge. It only took me like, what? Ten seconds? Eleven, tops.


Milo: You don't know what you're tampering with, Roarke.

Commander Rourke: What's to know? It's big, it's shiny, it's gonna make us all rich.

Milo: You think it's some kind of diamond. I thought it was some kind of a battery. But we're both wrong. It's their life force. That crystal is the only thing keeping these people alive. You take that away, and they'll die.

Commander Rourke: Well, that changes things. Helga, what do you think?

Helga: Knowing that, I'd double the price.

Commander Rourke: I was thinking triple.


King Kashekim Nedakh: Your heart has softened, Kida. A thousand years ago, you would have slain them on sight.

Princess Kida: A thousand years ago, the streets were lit and our people did not have to scavange

for food at the edge of a crumbling city! King Kashekim Nedakh: The people are content.

Princess Kida: They don't know any better! We were once a great people. Now we live in ruins. The kings of our past would weep if they could see how far we have fallen.

King Kashekim Nedakh: Kida...

Princess Kida: If these outsiders can unlock the secrets of our past, perhaps we can save our future.

King Kashekim Nedakh: What they have to teach us, we have already learned.

Princess Kida: Our way of life is dying.

King Kashekim Nedakh: Our way of life is preserved. Kida, when you take the throne, you will understand.


Cookie: [Serves everyone the same, nondescript slop] For the appetizer, Caesar salad, escargot, and your Oriental spring rolls.


Dr. Sweet: What, something wrong with your neck?

Milo: Oh, yeah. I must've hurt it when... [Dr. Sweet adjusts Milo's neck] Aah! Ow!

Dr. Sweet: Better?

Milo: Yeah! Hey, how did you learn to do that?

Dr. Sweet: An Arapaho medicine man.

Milo: Get outta here.

Dr. Sweet: Born and raised with 'em. My father was an army medic. He settled down in the Kansas Territory after he met my mother.

Milo: No kidding.

Dr. Sweet: Nope. I got a sheepskin from Howard U., and a bearskin from old Iron Cloud. Halfway through medical school, I was drafted. One day I'm studying gross anatomy in the classroom, the next I'm sewing up rough riders on San Juan Hill.


Milo: By the way, we were never properly introduced. My name's Milo.

Princess Kida: My name is Kidagakash.

Milo: Ki-ki-kidamaschnaga... Uh, hey, you got a nickname?

Princess Kida: Kida.

Milo: Okay, Kida. I can remember that.


Audrey: Hey, Milo. Don't you ever close that book?

Dr. Sweet: Yeah, you must've read it a dozen times by now

Milo: I know, but this... this doesn't make any sense. See, in this passage here, the shepherd seems to be leading up to something. He calls it the Heart of Atlantis. It could be the power source the legends refer to. But then it just... it cuts off. It's almost like there's a missing page.

Vinny: Kid, relax. We don't get paid overtime.

Milo: I know, I know. Sometimes I get a little carried away. But, hey, you know, that's what this is all about, right? I mean, discovery, teamwork, adventure. Unless, maybe, you're just in it for the money.

Audrey: Money.

Wilhelmina: Money.

Dr. Sweet: Money.

Mole: Money.

Vinny: I'm gonna say... money.

Milo: Well, I guess I set myself up for that one.


Helga: Someone needs to talk to that girl.

Mole: I will go!

Vinny: Someone with good people skills.

Mole: I will do it!

Dr. Sweet: Someone who won't scare her away.

Mole: I volunteer!

Wilhelmina: Someone who can speak the language.

Mole: For the good of the mission, I will go!

Commander Rourke: [to Milo, who is not paying attention] Good man, Thatch. Thanks for volunteering.

[Mole cries]


Dr. Sweet: Of course, it's been my experience, when you hit bottom, the only place left to go is up.

Milo: Who told you that?

Dr. Sweet: A fellow by the name of Thaddeus Thatch.


Princess Kida: [in Atlantean] All will be well, Milo Thatch. Be not afraid.

Commander Rourke: What did she say?

Milo: I... I don't know, I didn't catch it.


Milo: [after speaking Atlantean] How was my accent?

Princess Kida: Boorish, provincial, and you speak it through your nose.


Helga: Commander, there were not supposed to be people down here. This changes everything. Commander Rourke: This changes nothing.


Vinny: Well, as far as me goes, I just like to blow things up.

Dr. Sweet: Come on, Vinny. Tell the kid the truth.

Vinny: My family owned a flower shop. We would sell roses, carnations, baby's breath, you name it. One day, I'm making about three dozen corsages for this prom, you know, the one they put on the wrist, and everybody, they come. "Where is it?", "When is it?", "Does it match my dress?" It's a nightmare. Anyway, I guess there was this leak next door of gas or what. BOOM! No more Chinese laundry. Blew me right through the front window. It was like a sign from God. I found myself that boom.


Vinny: We done a lot of things we're not proud of. Robbing graves, eh, plundering tombs, double parking. But, nobody got hurt. Well, maybe somebody got hurt, but nobody we knew.


Cookie: I seen this back in the Dakotas. They can smell fear just by lookin' atcha. [whispers] So keep quiet.


Commander Rourke: I consider myself an even tempered man. It takes a lot to get under my skin, but congratulations, you just won the solid-gold kewpie doll.


Vinny: I could unblock that if I had, like, two-hundred of these. Problem is, I only have, like, ten, plus three of my own, a couple of cherry bombs, road flare... Hey. Too bad we don't have some nitroglycerin, eh, Milo?

Mole: AH HA HA HA!


Milo: This is an illustration of the Leviathan, the creature guarding the entrance to Atlantis.

Vinny: With something like that I would have white wine, I think.


Harcourt: You want to go on an expedition?

[tosses Milo a coin]

Harcourt: Here. Take a trolley to the Potomac and jump in! Maybe the cold water will clear your head.


Commander Rourke: Are you sure you're checked out on this class of vehicle?

Milo: Uhm...

Commander Rourke: Can you drive a truck?

Milo: 'Course I can drive a truck. Sure, you got your steering and your gas and your brake and, of course, this metal, uh, looking... thing. Okay, so it was a bumper car at Coney Island, but it's the same basic principle.


Princess Kida: You do swim, do you not?

Milo: Oh, I swim pretty girl... Pr-Pretty good, pretty good. Sw... Good. Swim good. Pretty good. I swim pretty good.


Cookie: Main course!

[all quickly refuse]

Cookie: Don't you worry. It'll keep, and keep, and keep.


Mole: The volcano, she awakes!

Vinny: [waving a lit stick of dynamite] Hey, I had nothing to do with it.


Milo: What's Mole's story?

Dr. Sweet: Trust me on this one. You don't wanna know. Audrey, don't tell him. You shouldn't have told me, but you did. And now I'm tellin' you...

[points at Milo]

Dr. Sweet: You don't wanna know.


Audrey: Ah-ha. Two for flinching.


Dr. Sweet: Get back! I've got soap, and I'm not afraid to use it.


Dr. Sweet: Hold on. Back up. Are you sayin' this whole volcano can blow at any time?

Mole: No, no, no, no. That would take an explosive force of great magnitude.

[everyone looks at Vinny, who is fiddling with a time bomb]

Vinny: [looks taken aback] Maybe I should do this later, huh?


Audrey: Where are you going?

Milo: I'm going after Rourke.

Audrey: Milo, that's crazy!

Milo: I didn't say it was the smart thing, but it is the right thing.


Commander Rourke: You're an idealist, just like your grandfather. Do yourself a favor, Milo, don't be like him. For once, do the smart thing.


Helga: You said we were in this together! You promised me a percentage!

Commander Rourke: Next time, get it in writing.


[Kida hits Mole]

Dr. Sweet: Ooh! I like her.

Audrey: Hm. 'Bout time someone hit him. I'm just sorry it wasn't me.


Cookie: Dang lightnin' bugs done bit me on my sit-upon. Somebody's gonna have to suck out this poison. Now don't everybody jump up at once.


Helga: Someone's having a good time.

Commander Rourke: Like a kid at Christmas.


Princess Kida: You are a scholar, are you not? Judging from your diminished physique and large forehead, you are suited for nothing else!


Milo: [to himself] Okay, Milo, don't take no for an answer. "Look, I have some questions for you, and I'm not leaving this city until they're answered!" Yeah, th-that's it. That's good. That's good.

[Princess Kida appears and grabs Milo from behind]

Princess Kida: I have some questions for you, and you are not leaving this city until they are answered!


Audrey: [about an Atlantean] Wow. Look at all those tattoos. Cookie: Shoot. That ain't nothin'. Look here what I got. [lifts up shirt, grossing Audrey out] Cookie: All 38 United States. Watch me make Rhode Island dance. [wiggles his belly] Cookie: Go on, baby, dance. Dance.



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