It’s not the years, honey. It’s the mileage.
Snakes. Why did it have to be snakes?
I hate those guys.
I’ve got a bad feeling about this.
It’s not the size, it’s how you use it.
Fortune and glory, kid. Fortune and glory.
I’m like a bad penny. I always turn up.
Throw me the idol, I’ll throw you the whip.
I’m going after that truck. I don’t know when I’ll be back.
Nazis. I hate these guys.
Asps. Very dangerous. You go first.
I’m just making this up as I go.
We do not follow maps. We make them.
X never, ever marks the spot.
I’m prepared for almost anything.
I’m making this up as I go.
Life doesn’t give you seatbelts.
I’ve heard a lot about you, Indiana.
That belongs in a museum!
Whatever you do, wherever you go, I will always be with you.
I make my own luck.
Archaeology is the search for fact. Not truth.
When the adventure is over, I’ll go back to being an archaeologist.
You want to be a good archaeologist, you gotta get out of the library.
Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.
I understand its power now. Its desire to be found.
Illumination.
We seem to have reached the age where life stops giving us things and starts taking them away.
We do not follow maps to buried treasure, and ‘X’ never, ever marks the spot.
I’m usually called Doctor Jones.
They’re Scotch – profound thinkers and great warriors.
Archeology is the search for fact – not truth.
Shut your eyes, Marion. Don’t look.
Never underestimate the power of a good blaster at your side.
You think you found the golden idol, but instead you found trouble.
Why did it have to be monkeys?!
Who ever said you were a treasure?
Don’t call that fortune, kid – call it life.
You want to be a good archaeologist, you gotta get out of the library.
I’d like to think that at the end of the day, we’re all a little bit like Indiana Jones. We may not have his charm or whip, but deep down, we’re all adventurers at heart.
In my experience, there’s no such thing as luck.
I don’t know, I’m making this up as I go.
I won’t let you take it, you son of a bitch!
I know the Mayan calendar is ending, but we’ll always have adventures.
You’ve brought me nothing but trouble, kid.
Do you get the feeling the whole world is coming to an end?
I didn’t believe it existed, but here it is.
It’s not the years, honey. It’s the mileage.
We’ve got company.
I don’t believe in magic, a lot of superstitious hocus-pocus. I’m going after a find of incredible historical significance…you’re talkin’ about the boogie man.
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