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.
Attention. Tonight's supper will be baked beans. Musical program to follow. Who wrote this?
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.
You have disturbed the dirt! Dirt from around the globe spanning the centuries!
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!
If these outsiders can unlock the secrets of our past, perhaps we can save our future.
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.
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.
I got your four basic food groups! Beans, bacon, whisky and lard.
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.
You're so skinny, if you turned sideways and stuck out your tongue, you'd look like a zipper.
You're an idealist, just like your grandfather. Do yourself a favor, Milo, don't be like him. For once, do the smart thing.
You are a scholar, are you not? Judging from your diminished physique and large forehead, you are suited for nothing else!
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.
This is an illustration of the Leviathan, the creature guarding the entrance to Atlantis.
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.