When I write I feel like I can breathe. It’s like yoga for the brain.
To my astonishment I saw him standing at a table with Kitty Jones. It was the Kitty Jones bit that was astonishing. Not the table. Though it was very nicely polished.
Coraline Jones: [blank] I almost fell down a well yesterday, Mom. Mother: [typing] Uh-huh. Coraline Jones: I would've died. Mother: That's nice.
Other Mother: You know that I love you. Coraline Jones: You... [hesitates, braces herself] Coraline Jones: ...have a really funny way of showing it.
Sallah: [after having taken five camels formerly belonging to hired troops working for the Nazis] Compensation for my brother-in-law's car!
[Willie accidentally sets off the same trap she just sprang] Short Round: It wasn't me! It's her!
Willie: [being lowered over a sacrificial pit] I'm not going to have anything nice to say about this place when I get back!
Constable Jones: [on phone] That's what I said, sir. Go fly a kite! [pause] Constable Jones: Well, no, sir, no. I didn't mean you *personally.*
Elsa: It's perfectly obvious where the pages are. He's given them to Marcus Brody. Professor Henry Jones: Marcus? You didn't drag poor Marcus along did you? He's not up to the challenge. Walter Donovan: He sticks out like a sore thumb. We'll find him...
Any curly-haired boy can write windswept ballads. You have to crush people's heads. That's the only way to make those fuckers listen.
It is not enough that your designs, nay that your actions, are intrinsically good, you must take care they shall appear so.
I began to think I quite liked her really. It's always so nice to meet someone more badly behaved than oneself.
[first lines] William Orser: So we keep headin' east? Leland Jones: Yeah, that's the idea. William Orser: Stay out of the big cities? Leland Jones: Uh-huh.
Walter Donovan: Well, Marcus, we're on the verge of the greatest discovery in the history of mankind. Marcus Brody: And you're meddling with powers you can't possibly comprehend.
Fedora: You got heart, kid. [about the cross] Fedora: But that belongs to me. Young Indy: It belongs to Coronado. Fedora: Coronado's dead, and so are all of his grandchildren! Young Indy: This should be in a museum!
Walter Donovan: Enjoy this Mr. Brody. You're about to witness the best discoveries in the history of mankind. Marcus Brody: You're meddling with powers you can't possibly comprehend.
[Indy signals his intention to cut the rope bridge] Willie: Oh my God. Oh my God, is he nuts? Short Round: He no nuts, he's crazy!
Chattar Lal: I should say you look rather lost, but then I can't imagine where in the world the three of you would look at home.
Mola Ram: The British in India will be slaughtered. Then we will overrun the Moslems and force their "Allah" to bow to Kali. And then the Hebrew God will fall and finally the Christian God will be cast down and forgotten.
Agent Smith: Dammit. Agent Brown: The trace was completed. Agent Jones: We have their position. Agent Brown: Sentinels are standing by. Agent Jones: Order the strike. Agent Smith: They are not out yet.
Seaman Jones: Conn, sonar! Crazy Ivan! Capt. Bart Mancuso: All stop! Quick quiet! [the ships engines are shut down completely] Beaumont: What's goin' on? Seaman Jones: Russian captains sometime turn suddenly to see if anyone's behind them. We call it...
