Atlantis: The Lost Empire

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.

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

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

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

Wilhelmina:
We're all gonna die.

Milo:
Okay. Here's the plan. We're gonna come in low 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!

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

Milo:
Oh, my decision? Why, 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:
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.

Audrey:
Ah-ha. Two for flinching.

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

Milo:
Forget your jammies, Mrs Packard?

Wilhelmina:
I sleep in the nude.

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

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

Commander Rourke:
Next time, get it in writing.

Dr. Sweet:
Ooh! I like her.

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

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

Helga:
Someone's having a good time.

Commander Rourke:
Like a kid at Christmas.

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.

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...

Dr. Sweet:
You don't wanna know.

Mole:
You've disturbed ze dirt!

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

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.

Helga:
Commander, there were not supposed to be people down here. This changes everything.

Commander Rourke:
This changes nothing.

Commander Rourke:
It takes a lot to get under my skin, but congratulations, you just won the solid-gold kewpie doll.

Vinny:
Hey. Too bad we don't have some nitroglycerin, eh, Milo?

Mole:
AH HA HA HA!

Cookie:
Main course!

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

Cookie:
Sweet mother of Jefferson Davis!

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.

Milo:
This is an illustration of the Leviatan, 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?

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

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

Wilhelmina:
I got the same problem with sauerkraut.

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.

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

Mole:
You've disturbed the dirt!

Whitmore:
Your grandfather had a saying "Our lives are remembered by the gift we leave our children."

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'm gonna have to give 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 and meows]

Milo:
My gosh.

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

Vinny:
Hey, junior. If you're looking for the pony rides, they're back there.

Milo:
Um, excuse me, excuse me. You dropped your dy-dy-dy-dyna-dyna-dynamite. [Nervous laugh] What else have you, uh, got in there?

Vinny:
Oh, er...gunpowder, nitroglycerin, notepads, fuses, wicks, glue, and...paper clips - big ones. You know, just, uh, office supplies.

[Milo goes in his cabin and lays on the bed, a pair of telescopic eyes looks at him]

Mole:
You...have disturbed...the dirt..

Milo:
Uh, pardon me?

Mole:
You disturbed the dirt! [Pulls off blanket, exposing clumps of dirt with little European flags] Dirt from around the globe, spanning the centuries! Ack! 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!

[Mole take a tiny dirt sample from Milo's fingernail with tweezers]

Mole:
Aha! There you are! Now tell me your story, my little friend...

[Looks at dirt with his magnifying goggles]

Mole:
Parchment fibre 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 litter of seven. These are all the microscopic fingerprints of the mapmaker... [licks dirt] and linguist.

Milo:
Hey, how'd you...

Mole:
[throws Milo's bags and jacket at him] This is an outrage! You must leave at once! Out-out-out-out-out! [tries to push Milo out of cabin until he runs into Sweet]

Sweet:
Uh-oh. Sat in the dirt, didn't you? Molière, now what have I told ya about playing nice with the other kids?! [holds up a bar of soap] Get back! I got soap, and I'm not afraid to use it! [Mole hisses at the soap bar and runs to his bed. Sweet whips his towel at him] Back, foul creature! Back into the pit from whence you came! The name's Sweet, Joshua Sweet. Medical officer.

Milo:
Yeah. Milo Thatch.

Sweet:
Milo Thatch, you're my three o'clock! [reaches into his back and pulls out a saw] Well, no time like the present.

Milo:
[stares at the saw] Oh, boy!

Sweet:
Nice, isn't it? The catalogue says that this little beauty can saw through a femur in 28 seconds. I'm betting I can cut that time in half! [puts the saw away and comes out with a tongue depresser] Now, stick out your tongue and say "Ah"!

Milo:
Oh, no really, I-- [Sweet puts toungue depresser in his mouth] Ahhgabla!

Sweet:
So where're you from? [Milo grunts something] Really? I have family up that way! Beautiful country up there! You do any fishing?

Milo:
Oh...a little...

Sweet:
Me? I hate fishing, I hate fish, hate the taste, hate the smell and hate all them little bones. [as he speaks he does several things from putting the depresser away to taking Milo's pulse, then finally pulls up two bottles] Here, I'm gonna need you to fill these up.

Milo:
[spits out thermometer] With what?!

Packard:
[on PA] Would Milo Thatch please report to the bridge?

Milo:
Thank you...I mean, nice meeting you. [runs off]

Sweet:
[watching Milo run off] Uh-huh, nice meeting you too.

Audrey:
Rourke! We took a big hit down here and we're taking on water fast! I don't wanna be around when it hits the boilers!

Rourke:
How much time do we have?

Audrey:
Twenty minutes, if the bulkhead holds. [hears a distant explosion] You better make that five.

Rourke:
You heard the lady. Let's move!

Milo:
Move? Where? Move where?

Helga:
Packard, sound the alarm!

Packard:
[on the phone] And he took his suitcase? Marge, honey, I don't think he's coming back!

Helga:
Packard!

Packard:
Gonna have to call you back. [slight pause] No, no, I'll call you.

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

Milo:
Mm-hmm.

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

[Milo holds his breath]

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

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

[Vinny and Mole laugh.]

Rourke:
Looks like we have a roadblock. [looks to Vinny] Vinny, what do you think?

Vinny:
I could unroadblock that if I had about two hundred of these [points to a stick of TNT in his hand]...Problem is I only got about [counts on fingers] ten, plus, you know, [pulls up a small bag] five of my own. And a couple of cherry bombs... [pulls out a road flare]...Road flare... Hey, too bad we don't have some nitroglycerin, eh, Milo?

[Milo gives Vinny an angry look while Mole laughs hysterically.]

[Mole's digger breaks down.]

Mole:
[coughs] Oh..[grunting and banging his head against the steering wheel] Oh! Stupid!

Audrey:
I don't understand it. I just tuned this thing up this morning...

[Audrey climbs into vehicle and throws random bolts and pipes out.]

Milo:
Ummm..

Audrey:
[from inside digger] It looks like the rodor's shot! I'm gonna have to pull a spare from one of the trucks.

Milo:
Uh, could I just...

Audrey:
¡No toques nada! I'll be right back. [walks away]

[Milo grabs Audrey's wrench and begins turning valves, then hits it. The vehicle starts again.]

Mole:
She lives!

Audrey:
Hey, what'd you do?

Milo:
Well, ya know, the boiler in this baby is a Humac model P-54 stroke 813. Now, we got the 814 back at the museum. The heating cores on the whole Humac line have always been a little, ya know, temperamental, so sometimes you gotta--Boom--Persuade 'em a little.

Audrey:
Yeah, yeah, thank you very much. Shut up.

[Audrey spins around to face Milo, her hand clenched in a fist. Milo flinches.]

Audrey:
Two for flinching.

[Audrey punches Milo twice. Mole laughs at him.]

Sweet:
Hold on, back up! Are you saying 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:
Maybe I should do this later, huh?

[Kida tries to communicate with Milo, going through various languages]

Milo:
Ita, sum amice viator.

Kida:
Dices linguam Romae.

Milo:
Parlez-vous francais?

Kida:
Oui, monsieur!

Mole:
They speak my language! Pardon mademoiselle? [motions to Kida with his finger]

[Kida bends down to Mole, smiling sweetly]

Mole:
Ah, voulez-vous...

[Mole whispers something to Kida. She gives a disgusted look and punches him.]

Sweet:
[Clapping] Ooh, I like her!

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

Helga:
(referring to Kida) Someone needs to talk to that girl.

Mole:
I will go!

Vinny:
Someone with good people skills.

Mole:
I will do it!

Sweet:
Someone who won't scare her away.

Mole:
I volunteer!

Packard:
Someone who can speak the language.

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

Rourke:
(to Milo, who has not been pay attention and listening and he has a pencil in his mouth, while Helga uses a devilish sexy smile) Good man, Thatch. Thanks for volunteering.

(Mole looks shocked, then cries)

Audrey:
(nudging Milo) Go get 'em, tiger.

King Kashekim Nedakh:
I know what you seek, and you will not find it here. Your journey has been in vain.

Commander Rourke:
But we are peaceful explorers. Men of science.

[The king looks at Rourke's sidearm]

King Kashekim Nedakh:
[chuckles grimly] And yet you bring weapons.

Commander Rourke:
Our weapons allow us to remove... obstacles we may encounter.

King Kashekim Nedakh:
Some obstacles cannot be removed with a mere show of force. Return to your people. You must leave Atlantis, at once.

Commander Rourke:
Your Majesty, be reasonable-

Milo Thatch:
Sir?

Commander Rourke:
Not now, son.

Milo Thatch:
Uh, I'm sorry, but we'd better do as he says.

Commander Rourke:
May I respectfully request that... we stay one night, sir? That would give us time to rest, resupply, be ready to travel by morning.

King Kashekim Nedakh:
Very well. One night. That is all.

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

Kida:
A thousand years ago, the streets were lit, and our people did not have to scavenge for food at the edge of a crumbling city!

King Kashekim Nedakh:
The people are content.

Kida:
They do not 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...

Kida:
If these outsiders can unlock the secrets of our past, we might be able to save our future.

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

Kida:
Our way of life is dying.

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

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, that's it, that's good, that's good.

[Turns to talk to Kida, but she is no longer there. She appears behind him and grabs him]

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

Milo:
Yeah, well, I... okay.

[Milo reads the Atlantean text in the underwater mural and rises to the surface with Kida]

Milo:
[Softly] It's the Heart of Atlantis.

Kida:
What?

Milo:
[Louder, excitedly] It's the Heart of Atlantis! That's what the shepherd was talking about! It wasn't a star, it was some kind of a crystal. [Holds up Kida's crystal] Like these! Don't you get it? The power source I've been looking for, the bright light you remember; they're the same thing!

Kida:
It cannot be.

Milo:
It's what keeping all these things-- You, and all of Atlantis alive!

Kida:
Then, where is it now?

Milo:
I don't know, I don't know. You'd think something this important would be in the journal, but it-- [Pauses as he realizes] Unless...the missing page.

[Milo is confronted by Rourke and the others, who are holding guns]

Commander Rourke:
You have a nice swim?

Milo:
Uh, hey guys. What's going on? What's... What's with all the guns? [Notice that they are staring evilly at him] Guys? [Suddenly realizes; exhales] I'm such an idiot. This is another treasure hunt for you. You're after the crystal!

Commander Rourke:
Oh... [Reveals the missing page] Oh, you mean this?

Milo:
[Stunned] The Heart of Atlantis!

Commander Rourke:
Yeah, about that, I would've told you this sooner, but it was strictly on a need-to-know basis, and...Well, now you know. I had to make sure you were one of us. [Raises his hand to Milo] Welcome to the club, son.

Milo:
[Backs away in disgust] I'm no mercenary!

[Rourke's mercinaries grab Kida, resulting in a struggle which takes place, which ends with Kida restrained.]

Commander Rourke:
Mercenary? I prefer the term "adventure capitalist". Besides, you're the one who brought us here. You're the one who led us to the treasure chest.

Milo:
[Gets out of the water] You don't know what you're tampering with, Rourke!

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 a 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 Sinclair:
Knowing that, I'd double the price.

Commander Rourke:
I was thinking triple.

Milo:
Rourke, don't...do this!

Commander Rourke:
Academics. You never want to 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. We're just providing a necessary service to the archeological community.

Milo:
Not interested.

Commander Rourke:
I got to admit, I'm disappointed. You're an idealist, just like your grandfather. Do yourself a favor, Milo. Don't be like him. For once, do the smart thing. [Milo silently stares at Rourke with anger] I really hate it when negotiations go sour. [Snap his fingers allowing his men to point the gun at Kida and c*cks] Let's try this again. [shows Milo the missing page on the Heart of Atlantis again]

[Rourke and the others destroy the door to the throne room with a bomb]

Vinny:
Knock, knock.

Cookie:
[Raises and aims shotgun] Room service!

[Nedakh's guards raise their spears]

Helga Sinclair:
[Holds Kida as hostage] Tell them to drop their weapons, now!

[Nedakh, in Atlantean, tells his guards to drop their spearts and they do so]

Helga Sinclair:
[Rourke's men search the room for the Heart of Atlantis] Spread out! Search everywhere!

Commander Rourke:
You're not applying yourself, son. There's got to be something else.

Milo:
Well, there isn't. It just says "The heart of Atlantis lies in the eyes of her king".

Commander Rourke:
Well, then maybe Old King Cole here can help us fill in the blanks. How about it, chief? Where's the crystal chamber?

King Kashekim Nedakh:
You will destroy yourselves.

Commander Rourke:
Maybe I'm not being clear.

[Rourke punches Nedakh hard in the chest, shocking everyone including Kida. Nedakh falls on the ground, wounded]

Kida:
[Angry Atlantean speaking]

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

Commander Rourke:
Plan's changed, doc. I'd suggest you put a bandage on that bleeding heart of yours. It doesn't suit a mercenary. [Sits on Nedakh's throne, knocking over a bowl of fruit and spilling its contents everywhere] Well, as usual, diplomacy has failed us. [To Nedakh] Now I'm going to count to 10 and you're going to tell me where the crystal is. One. [c*cks pistol] Two. [Aims at Nedakh, shocking everyone] Nine. Te- [breaks off as he looks at the water than back at the book]

[The presence of Heart of Atlantis has been revealed in the water]

Commander Rourke:
"The heart of Atlantis lies in the eyes of her king"... This is it, we're in! [throws the Shepherd's Journal back at Milo and heads to the entrance to Heart of Atlantis]

Milo:
Rourke, for the last time, you've got to listen to me. You don't have the slightest idea what this power is capable of!

Helga Sinclair:
True, but I can think of a few countries who'd pay anything to find out.

Commander Rourke:
Hurry. Get on.

[Milo, Kida, Rourke and Helga get on the platform leading to find the Heart of Atlantis]

Commander Rourke:
Jackpot!

Milo:
[To the guys who are preparing to leave with the Heart of Atlantis] So... I guess this is how it ends, huh? Fine, you win. You're wiping out an entire civilization, but hey... [Coldly] you'll be rich. [To Audrey] Congratulations, Audrey, looks like you and your dad can probably start that second garage after all. [To Vinny] And Vinny, you can to start a whole chain of flower shops. I'm sure your family's gonna be very proud. [To everyone else] But that's what it's all about, right? [Angrily] Money.

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

Helga Sinclair:
Commander, we're ready.

Commander Rourke:
Yeah, give me a minute. I know I'm forgetting something. I got the cargo, the crystal, the crew... oh, yeah. [Punches Milo in the face, throwing him to the ground, causing him to lose the picture and the Atlanteans to gasp and be shocked as well] Look at it this way, son. You were the one who discovered Atlantis, and now you're part of the exhibit. [Catches Milo's glasses and breaks his picture of him and Thaddeus and then returns the glasses to Milo who’s wiping blood off his lip.]

Commander Rourke:
Let's move, people.

Helga Sinclair:
That was an order not a suggestion. Let's go!

[Audrey, Vinny, Mole and Cookie decide to switch to Milo's side]

Packard:
[Sighs] We're all gonna die. [Joins them]

Commander Rourke:
[Outraged] Aw, you can't be serious!

Audrey:
This is wrong, and you know it!

Commander Rourke:
We are this close to our biggest payday ever, you pick NOW, of all times, to grow a conscience?!

Vinny:
We've done a lot of thing's we're not proud of: [counting off fingers] robbing graves, eh, plundering tombs, double parking, but nobody got hurt. Well...maybe somebody got hurt, but nobody we knew.

Commander Rourke:
Well, if this is the way you want it...fine. [Turns to the car] MORE for me! [Gets in the car] P.T. Barnum was right.

[Rourke, Helga and their mercenaries drives away and departs Atlantis with Kida in it and causing the waterfall to be stop and the Atlanteans' crystals lose power]

Milo:
We can't let them do this!

Vinny:
Wait a second! [Holds Milo back]

[After crossing the bridge, Rourke presses a detonator and everybody dives for cover as the bridge is blown up]

Vinny:
Okay, now you can go.

Sweet:
[Off-screen] Milo, you better get up here!

King Kashekim Nedakh:
[about Kida] She has been chosen. Like her mother before her.

Milo:
What?

King Kashekim Nedakh:
In times of danger, the crystal would choose a host - one of royal blood - to protect itself and its people. It will accept no other.

Milo:
"Choose"? You mean, this thing is alive?

King Kashekim Nedakh:
In a way. The crystal thrives on the collective emotions of all who came before us. In return, it provides power. Longevity. Protection. As it grew, it developed a consciousness of its own. [coughs] In my arrogance, I sought to use it as a weapon of war. But its power proved too great to control. It overwhelmed us...and led to our destruction.

Milo:
So that's why you hid it beneath the city. To prevent history from repeating itself!

King Kashekim Nedakh:
And to prevent Kida from suffering the same fate as my beloved wife.

Milo:
What do you mean? What's going to happen to her?

King Kashekim Nedakh:
If she remains bonded to the crystal...she could be lost to it forever. The love of my daughter is all I have left. My burden would have become hers when the time was right...but now, it falls to you. [gives Milo his pendant]

Milo:
Me?

King Kashekim Nedakh:
Return the crystal. Save Atlantis. Save my daughter. [dies]

[After King Kashekim Nedakh dies]

Sweet:
So, what's it gonna be?

Milo:
Excuse me?

Sweet:
I followed you in, and I'll follow you out. It's your decision.

Milo:
Oh, my decision? I think we've seen how effective my decisions have been. Let's recap: 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?!?!?!?!?!?

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

Milo:
Thank you! Thank you very much.

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

Milo:
Huh, who told you that?

Sweet:
A fellow by the name of Thaddeus Thatch.

[Milo almost gets shot by an airplane]

Milo:
Holy smokes! You told me he only had guns!

Audrey:
What I said was he's never surprised!

[as Rourke is pushing the balloon with the crystal and Kida attached to it, he notices Thatch's rescue squad]

Milo:
There they are!

Rourke:
[to his men] We've got company! Light it up!

[Audrey and Sweet are trying to free Kida. Audrey is attempting to cut through a chain with Sweet's medical saw.]

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

Sweet:
Less talk, more saw!

[Rourke attempts to toss Helga off the balloon to "lighten the load" but Helga jumps back up and kicks him.]

Helga:
You said we were in this together! [she kicks him in the face] You promised me a percentage! [attempts to kick him again, but Rourke catches her leg]

Rourke:
Next time, get in writing! [he tosses her off]

Helga:
Rourke!

Rourke:
Nothing personal!

Helga:
Nothing personal..

Milo:
Dear Mr. Thatch, this is to inform you that your meeting today has been moved up from 4:30 PM to 3:30 PM.

[Milo looks at the clock and reads 4:
05 PM]

Milo:
What? [another letter drops and reads it] Dear Mr. Thatch, due to your absence, the board has voted to reject your proposal. Have a nice weekend...at Mr. Harcourt's office?! [enraged] THEY CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!

Milo Thatch:
[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.

Milo Thatch:
[They are getting chased by the Leviathan; increasingly panicked] It's only a grease trap, it's just like a sink! It's only a grease trap, it's just like a sink!?

Milo Thatch:
[To Rourke] Well, I don't know, why don't you translate, and I'll wave the gun around?!

Milo Thatch:
[To the guys who are preparing to leave with the Heart of Atlantis] So... I guess this is how it ends, huh? Fine, you win. You're wiping out an entire civilization, but hey... [Coldly] You'll be rich. [To Audrey] Congratulations, Audrey, looks like you and your dad can probably start that second garage after all. [To Vinny] And Vinny, you can to start a whole chain of flower shops. I'm sure your family's gonna be very proud. [To everyone else] But that's what it's all about, right? [Angrily] Money.

Milo Thatch:
[After seeing the Leviathan's eye] Jiminy Christmas! It's a machine!

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

Milo Thatch:
We're gonna save Atlantis, or we're gonna die trying! Now let's do it?

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

Princess 'Kida' Kidagakash:
(Taking off her skirt to reveal a bikini bottom) You do swim, do you not?

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.

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.

Helga Katrina Sinclair:
[asked how she got in a locked apartment] I came down the chimney, ho ho ho.

Helga Katrina Sinclair:
[about Milo] Cartographer, linguist, plumber...hard to believe he's still single.

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

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

Helga Katrina Sinclair:
[falling down] Rourke!

Commander Lyle Tiberius Rourke:
[The Leviathan attacks the submarine] Tell Cookie to melt the butter and break out the bibs. I want this lobster served up on a silver platter!

Commander Lyle Tiberius Rourke:
Seven hours ago, we started this expedition with 200 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.

Commander Lyle Tiberius Rourke:
Academics...you never want to 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. We're just providing a necessary service to the archaeological community.

Commander Lyle Tiberius 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.

Commander Lyle Tiberius 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.

Commander Lyle Tiberius Rourke:
I love it when I win.

Commander Lyle Tiberius Rourke:
We're losing altitude. Lighten the load.

Commander Lyle Tiberius 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!

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

Dr. Joshua Strongbear Sweet:
I got a sheepskin from Howard U and a bearskin from Old Iron Cloud.

Dr. Joshua Strongbear Sweet:
[To Milo] Uh oh. Sat in the dirt, didn't you? [To Mole] Moliere, now what have I told you about playing nice with other kids? [Mole tries to protest, but Sweet pulls out a bar of soap and shoves it in Mole's face] Get back! I've got soap, and I'm not afraid to use it. [Mole hisses and fleas to the top bunk] Back, foul creature! Back to the pit from whence you came!

Dr. Joshua Strongbear Sweet:
Me? I hate fishing, I hate fish, hate the taste, hate the smell, and hate all them little bones.

Dr. Joshua Strongbear 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!

Dr. Joshua Strongbear Sweet:
[To Rourke, who just punched King Kashekim senseless] Rourke, this was not apart of the plan!

Vincenzo Santorini:
Hey, junior. If you're looking for the pony rides, they're back there.

Vincenzo Santorini:
[Upon being asked what he was bringing aboard] Oh, eh...Gunpowder, nitroglycerin, notepads, fuses, wicks, glue, and paperclips. Big ones. You know, just, uh, office supplies.

Vincenzo Santorini:
[About the Leviathan] With something like that, I would have white wine, I think.

Vincenzo Santorini:
Hey, look, I made a bridge. And only took me like, what, ten seconds. Eleven, tops.

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

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

GaëTan "Mole" MolièRe:
You have disturbed the dirt! Dirt from around the globe, spanning the centuries! Ack! What have you done?! England must never merge with France!

GaëTan "Mole" MolièRe:
[on various occasions] I'm so excited...!

GaëTan "Mole" MolièRe:
You said there would be digging!

GaëTan "Mole" MolièRe:
[Upon examining dirt from under Milo's fingernails] Ah! There you are! Now tell me your story my little friend...Parchment fiber from the Nile Delta circa 500 BC, 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 litter of seven. These are all the microscopic fingerprints of the mapmaker. [licks it twice] And [menacingly] linguist.

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

Audrey Rocio Ramirez:
I took this job when my dad retired...but the funny thing was he always wanted sons, right? One to run his machine shop, and the other to be middle-weight boxing champion! But, he got my sister and me instead. [Milo asks about her sister] She's 24 and 0 with a shot at the title next month...anyway, I'm saving up so my papí and I can open another shop.

Wilhemina Bertha Packard:
[but over the PA system] Attention. Tonight's supper will be baked beans. Musical program to follow...Who wrote this?

Wilhemina Bertha Packard:
[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...

Wilhemina Bertha Packard:
[to her friend Margie] And he took his suitcase? Marge, honey, I don't think he's coming back!

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

Wilhemina Bertha Packard:
Commander, I think you should hear this...Commander...Commander...Commander...Commander...

Wilhemina Bertha Packard:
You wanna do my job? Be my guest.

Jebidiah Allardyce "Cookie" Farnsworth:
You done stuffed my wagon full t'bustin' with non-essentials! Look at all this! Cinnamon, Oregano, Cilantro, what in cockadoodle is cilantro?! [picks up a batch of lettuce] What is this?

Jebidiah Allardyce "Cookie" Farnsworth:
[serves everyone the same, nondescript slop] For the appetizer, Caesar salad, escargot, and yer Oriental spring rolls.

Jebidiah Allardyce "Cookie" Farnsworth:
[about the Atlanteans behind their masks] I seen this back in the Dakota. They can smell fear just by lookin' at ya. So keep quiet.

Jebidiah Allardyce "Cookie" Farnsworth:
[Gives Milo more food] Yer so skinny, if you turned sideways an' stuck out yer tongue, yu'd look like a zipper!

Jebidiah Allardyce "Cookie" Farnsworth:
Saddle up, partners! Bring jerky and ammo!

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

The Queen Of Atlantis:
[first words] Kida, come on!

The Queen Of Atlantis:
[last words] Kida! Just leave it! There's no time! [before she dies]

Squad Leader:
Sergeant, Keep those people back!.

Sergeant:
You heard him, step back! [pushes Milo back when he is angry]

Mr. James:
That Young thatch is crazy for ever yet! [looks for Milo Thatch]