Sallah: Indy, why does the floor move?

Indiana: Give me your torch. [He drops it in and sees why.] Snakes. Why'd it have to be snakes?

Sallah: Asps. Very dangerous. You go first.

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.

Sallah: Indy, there is something that troubles me.

Indiana: What is it?

Sallah: The Ark. If it is there, at Tanis, then it is something that man was not meant to disturb. Death has always surrounded it. It is not of this earth.

Marion: You're not the man I knew ten years ago.

Indiana: It's not the years, honey, it's the mileage.

Indiana: Give me the whip.

Satipo: Throw me the idol. No time to argue. Throw me idol, I'll throw you the whip.

Indiana: [throws the idol] Give me the whip.

Satipo: Adiós, señor.

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.