[to Milo] Well, I gotta 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 rotten lot to get under my skin. But congratulations - you just won the solid gold kewpie doll!

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.

Your grandad had a saying: "Our lives are measured by the gifts we leave our children." This journal is his gift to you. Atlantis is waiting.

I love it when I win.

Next time, get it in writing.

As far as me goes... I just like to blow things up.

We done a lot of things we're not proud of. [counting off on his fingers] Robbing graves, eh, plundering tombs, double parking. But, nobody got hurt. Well, maybe somebody got hurt, but nobody we knew.

All hands to the launch bay. To whoever took the "L" from the "Motor Pool" sign, ha-ha, we are all very amused.

Dang lightning-bugs done bit me on my sit-upon. Somebody's gonna have to suck out this poison. Don't everybody jump up at once.

Milo: Thanks, Cookie, that looks... greasier than usual.
Cookie: Ya like it? Well have some more. You're so skinny that if you stood sideways and stuck out your tongue, you'd look like a zipper.

Helga: Someone needs to talk to that girl.
Mole: I will go!
Vinny: Someone with good people skills.
Mole: I will do it!
Dr. 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!
Commander Rourke: [to Milo, who is not paying attention] Good man, Thatch. Thanks for volunteering.
[Mole cries]

Audrey: Rourke! We got a big hit and we're taking in water fast! I don't wanna be around when it hits the boilers!
Rourke: How much time do we have?
Audrey: 20 minutes, if the bulkhead holds.
[BOOM!]
Audrey: You better make that 5.
Rourke: You heard the girl. Let's move!
Milo: Move where?
Helga: Packard, let's go!
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.

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

Oh, my decision? 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: Thank you! Thank you very much!

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!" Imagine my embarrassment when he found the darn thing.