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: You don't know what you're tampering with, Rourke. Commander Rourke
: What's to know? It's big, it's shiny, it's gonna make us all rich. Milo
: 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. Commander Rourke
: Well, that changes things. Helga, what do you think? Helga
: Knowing that, I'd double the price. Commander Rourke
: I was thinking triple.
: 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! Wilhelmina
: 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.
: I'm home. Fluffy? Here, kitty. Helga
: Milo James Thatch? Milo
: Who, who are you? H-How did you get in here? Helga
: I came down the chimney, ho ho ho.
: So we find this masterpiece. Then what? Mole
: When do we dig? Milo
: Actually, we don't have to dig. You see, according to the journal, the path to Atlantis will take us down a tunnel at the bottom of the ocean and will come up a curve into an air pocket, right here, where we'll find the remnants of an ancient highway that will lead us to Atlantis. Kind of like the grease trap in your sink. Helga
: Cartographer, linguist, plumber. Hard to believe he's still single. Mole
: You said there would be digging. Helga
: Go away, Mole.
: You said we were in this together! You promised me a percentage! Commander Rourke
: Next time, get it in writing.
: Someone's having a good time. Commander Rourke
: Like a kid at Christmas.
: Commander, there were not supposed to be people down here. This changes everything. Commander Rourke
: This changes nothing.
[about the sound of the Leviathan
] Commander Rourke
: What is it? A pod of whales? Wilhelmina
: Uh-uh. Bigger. Helga
: It sounds metallic. Could be an echo off one of the rocks. Wilhelmina
: Do you wanna do my job? Be my guest.
: Blondie, I've got a bone to pick with you. Helga
: [to Milo
] Hold that thought.
: What is it this time, Cookie? Cookie
: You done stuffed my wagon full to bustin' with nonessentials. Look at all this. Cinnamon, oregano, ci-lantro. What in the cockadoodle is ci-lantro?
: [about Mr. Whitmore
] And relax. He doesn't bite... often.