Raiders of the Lost Ark Quotes

Maj. Eaton: We have top men working on it right now.
Indiana: Who?
Maj. Eaton: Top... men.

Marion, don't look at it. Shut your eyes, Marion. Don't look at it, no matter what happens!

This site also demonstrates one of the great dangers of archaeology; not to life and limb, although that does sometimes take place. I'm talking about folklore.

You can't do this to me, I'm an AMERICAN.

You can't do this to me, I'm an AMERICAN.

Indiana: Meet me at Omar's. Be ready for me. I'm going after that truck.
Sallah: How?
Indiana: I don't know. I'm making this up as I go.

We never seem to get a break, do we?

Marion: What do you want?
Toht: Ah, the same thing your friend Dr. Jones wanted. Surely he mentioned there would be other interested parties?
Marion: Must have slipped his mind.
Toht: The man is nefarious. I hope for your sake that he has not yet acquired it.
Marion: Why, are you willing to offer more?
Toht: Oh, almost certainly. Do you still have it?
Marion: No.

Toht: Your fire is dying... here, why don't you tell me where the piece is right now?
Marion: Listen, Herr Mac, I don't know what kind of people you're used to dealing with, but nobody tells me what to do in my place.
Toht: Fräulein Ravenwood, let me show you what I am used to...

Toht: Good evening, Fraulein.
Marion: The bar's closed.
Toht: We are... hehe... not thirsty.

It's a transmitter, a radio for speaking to God.

Look at this. It's worthless - ten dollars from a vendor in the street. But I take it, I bury it in the sand for a thousand years, it becomes priceless. Like the Ark.

Belloq: Dr. Jones. Again we see there is nothing you can possess which I cannot take away. And you thought I'd given up.
Belloq: You chose the wrong friends. This time it will cost you.
Indiana: Too bad the Hovitos don't know you the way I do, Belloq.
Belloq: Yes, too bad. You could warn them... if only you spoke Hovitos.

All your life has been spent in pursuit of archaeological relics. Inside the Ark are treasures beyond your wildest aspirations. You want to see it opened as well as I. Indiana, we are simply passing through history. This, this is history.

Belloq: You and I are very much alike. Archeology is our religion, yet we have both fallen from the pure faith. Our methods have not differed as much as you pretend. I am but a shadowy reflection of you. It would take only a nudge to make you like me. To push you out of the light.
Indiana: Now you're getting nasty.

Indiana: Belloq.
Belloq: Good afternoon, Dr. Jones.
Indiana: I oughta kill you right now.
Belloq: Not a very private place for a murder.
Indiana: Well, these guys don't care if we kill each other. They're not going to interfere in our business.
Belloq: It was not I who brought the girl into this business. Please, sit down before you fall down. We can at least behave like civilized people.
Belloq: I see your taste in friends remains consistent. How odd that it should end this way for us, after so many stimulating encounters. I almost regret it. Where shall I find a new adversary so close to my own level?
Indiana: Try the local sewer.
Belloq: You and I are very much alike. Archaeology is our religion, yet we have both fallen from the purer faith. Out methods have not differed as much as you pretend. I am a shadowy reflection of you. It would take only a nudge to make you like me, to push you out of the light.
Indiana: Now you're getting nasty.
Belloq: You know it's true. How nice. Look at this.
Belloq: It's worthless. Ten dollars from a vendor in the street. But I take it, I bury it in the sand for a thousand years, it becomes priceless... like the Ark. Men will kill for it. Men like you and me.
Indiana: What about your boss, der Fuhrer? I thought he was waiting to take possession.
Belloq: All in good time. When I am finished with it. Jones, do you realize what the Ark is? It's a transmitter. It's a radio for speaking to God. And it's within my reach.
Indiana: You want to talk to God? Let's go see him together. I've got nothing better to do.
Belloq: Next time, Dr. Jones, it'll take more than children to save you.

Belloq: How odd that it should end this way for us after so many stimulating encounters. I almost regret it. Where shall I find a new adversary so close to my own level?
Indiana: Try the local sewer.

We never seem to get a break, do we?

Adios, Satipo...

Whiskey

Indiana: Give me the whip.
Satipo: Throw me the idol.
Satipo: No time to argue! Throw me idol, I'll throw you the whip!
Indiana: Give me the whip!
Satipo: Adiós, señor.

Sallah: Indy, why does the floor move?
Indiana: Give me your torch.
Indiana: Snakes. Why'd it have to be snakes?
Sallah: Asps... very dangerous. You go first.