Count Saknussem: I don't sleep. I hate those little slices of death.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Are we to be abducted every day in Iceland?
Carla Göteborg: Whom were you taking besides this young man?
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: The big Icelander.
Carla Göteborg: Then I'll be very useful. He doesn't understand a word of English.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: You won't find anything edible in there.
Alec McKuen: Why not? The Chinese eat eggs over 400 years old.
Carla Göteborg: Someone is walking up there. I heard footsteps, human footsteps.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Since the beginning of time all women have heard footsteps up there.
Hans Belker: [in Icelandic] The woman in room number 29, she said she wants to talk to you.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Tell him to stop jabbering and go shopping.
Alec McKuen: What about lamps.
Hans Belker: [in Icelandic] The woman in room number 29, she said...
Alec McKuen: Ah, lamps... lamps. What about... ah... picks?
Hans Belker: [in Icelandic] There is a tunnel on this side.
Carla Göteborg: He says there's a tunnel on the other side.
Hans Belker: [in Icelandic] And they slant downhill, and we can walk them.
Carla Göteborg: Slanting downhill, but walkable.
Hans Belker: [in Icelandic] O, madam, will you all come down here where the boy fell. It is so wonderfully beautiful down there.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: What's happened now? What's he saying?
Carla Göteborg: He said we should go back to where Alec fell.
Hans Belker: [in Icelandic] Excuse me, madam, can you tell me, where do we go now, what do we do now?
Hans Belker: [in Icelandic] Madam, the tunnel lies straight upwards, but there is a big rock in the way and sadly we can't move it. Only a landslide could move it.
Hans Belker: [in Icelandic, to his duck] My Gotrun, have you been lonely?
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Young man with the gold tooth, I'll give you more gold if you guide us to Reykjavik.
Hans Belker: [in Icelandic] Ahh, yes, yes, yes, Reykjavik.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: You... take us... to Reykjavik.
[in front of a church in Edinburgh after a service]
Dean: Miss Jenny! I saw you turn pale when the Domini spoke of those in peril at the far ends of the earth.
Jenny: Far ends of the earth; at least that would be somewhere.
Alec McKuen: [after discovering Professor Göteborg dead in his hotel room] Why didn't they tell us at the desk?
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Hotels rarely advertise the fact that there are corpses lying around.
Carla Göteborg: Sir Oliver, you are not going to listen to a murderer?
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Never interrupt a murderer, madam.
Count Saknussem: I resent that bourgeois classification. I'll spare your lives. You have my word of honor.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Give me your hand on that.
[Sir Oliver throws salt into Count Saknussems eyes]
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: A bourgeois trick. So sorry.
Geology Class: [singing] Here's to the prof of geology. Master of all natural history. Rare boy he, and rare boys we, To know such a big curiosity.
Laird of Glendarick: Sir Oliver, in the name of the whole student body, in gratitude for the knowledge you've imparted to us...
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: That's enough obituary prose. An inkwell I presume. A very handsome thing. Hellish to dust.
Alec McKuen: There'll never be a better moment than today. I'm going to tell him about our feelings for each other. He'll say yes almost inadvertently.
Jenny: Well, what if he says *no*? Advertently!
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: We'll observe one minute of silence in memory of a great scientist, even if he was a blasted thief.
Alec McKuen: I wonder if Madam Goteborg will change her mind at the last moment.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: You make my mouth water.
Alec McKuen: Hans is tying the rope on her.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: I'm a fool. I should have told him to tie her to one of the mules and send her back where she belongs.
Alec McKuen: In what language would you have told him that, Sir Oliver?
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: All right, she may be of some use in that respect. Then there's always the blessed chance the rope may break.
Woman: Did you get your injuries when the volcano blew up, in the hot lava?
Alec McKuen: Oh no, no. It happened in Edinburgh at our wedding.
Jenny: He was in such a hurry leaving the church, he fell all the way down the steps.
Woman: You poor wee bride. After all that waiting. It's been no marriage for you at all.
Jenny: You underestimate Alec.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Do you realize we know less about the earth we live on than about the stars and galaxies of outer space? The greatest mystery is right here. Right under our feet!
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: [Alec cowers when he sees how high on the mountain they are] Come here, take a look. Did you expect a flight of stairs with a red carpet?
Alec McKuen: I neglected to tell you sir, I have a nervous fear of heights.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Well, you'll get over that after the first million fathoms or so.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: A field or source that snatches gold away! This is it, this is it! The junction of magnetic sources from the North Pole to the South Pole! The center of the earth!
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: [after finding crumbling loaves of ancient bread] Stale bread. We must speak to the baker.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Where are you eating tonight?
Alec McKuen: This being Tuesday, I'm not eating.
Alec McKuen: I find it very healthy to eat only every other night.
Dean: Oliver, you're seriously ill.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: I am seriously well!
Count Saknussem: To save what we can, I insist we leave this region at once.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: You insist? As a matter of fact, he's bloody well right. Let's be off.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Your entire presence is a constant criticism of me. I'm tired of it, I've had enough!
Carla Göteborg: You've had enough! Well, let me tell you, you dried up walnut of a man, if anyone's had enough, it's me!
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: It's *I*.
Carla Göteborg: Poor Sir Oliver, stuck with a woman. If only you could see your face.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: That's my consolation, madam, I don't have to look at it. You do.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: A dimetrodon!
Count Saknussem: If I had my gun, we'd have fresh meat for dinner.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: That's what he's saying. He's a flesh eater.