Michael J. Fox credited as playing...
Milo
- Mole: You have disturbed the dirt!
- Milo: Uh, pardon me?
- Mole: You have disturbed the dirt! Dirt from around the globe spanning the centuries!
- [pulls the covers of Milo's bed, exposing clumps of dirt with little flags]
- Mole: What have you done? England must never merge with France!
- Milo: What's it doing in my bed?
- Mole: You ask too many questions! Who are you? Who sent you? Speak up!
- Milo: Me? I'm, uh...
- Mole: Bah! I will know soon enough.
- [grabs Milo's hand]
- Milo: Hey, hey, hey! Let go!
- Mole: Do not be such a crybaby. Hold still.
- [takes a bit of dirt from under one of Milo's fingernails]
- Mole: Aha! There you are. Now tell me your story, my little friend.
- [looks at dirt under magnifying lenses]
- Mole: Parchment fiber from the Nile Delta circa 500 B.C., lead pencil No. 2, paint flecks of a type used in government buildings, you have a cat, short hair Persian, two years old, third in a liter of seven. These are all the microscopic fingerprints of the mapmaker.
- [tastes dirt]
- Mole: And linguist.
- [Milo bumps into Vinny's cart]
- Vincenzo "Vinny" Santorini: Hey, Junior. If you're looking for the pony rides, they're back there.
- Milo Thatch: Excuse me! You dropped your dy-dy-dyna-dynamite.
- [laughs nervously whilst holding a stick of dynamite]
- Milo Thatch: What else have you, uh, got in there?
- Vincenzo "Vinny" Santorini: Oh, er, gunpowder, nitroglycerin, notepads, fuses, wicks, glue, and... paper clips, big ones. You know, just, uh, office supplies.
- Milo: Forget your jammies, Mrs. Packard?
- Wilhelmina: I sleep in the nude.
- [Sweet throws a sleep mask to Milo]
- Dr. Sweet: You're gonna want a pair of these. She sleepwalks.
- Milo: Oh, my decision? Well, I-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.
- Milo: Say, Audrey. No-no offense, but how did a teenager become the chief mechanic of a multi-million dollar expedition?
- Audrey: I took this job when my dad retired. But, the funny thing was, he always wanted sons, right? One to run his machine shop, another to be middleweight boxing champion. But, he got my sister and me, instead.
- Milo: So, what... what happened to your sister?
- Audrey: She's 24 and 0, with a shot at the title next month.
- Milo: I'll have to quit my job.
- Preston B. Whitmore: It's done. You resigned this afternoon.
- Milo: I did?
- Preston B. Whitmore: Yep. Don't like to leave loose ends.
- Milo: Oh, my apartment. I-I'm gonna have to give a notice.
- Preston B. Whitmore: Taken care of.
- Milo: My clothes?
- Preston B. Whitmore: Packed.
- Milo: My books?
- Preston B. Whitmore: In storage.
- Milo: My cat?
- [Milo's cat appears on his shoulder]
- Milo: My gosh.
- Milo: [after speaking Atlantean] How was my accent?
- Princess Kida: Boorish, provincial, and you speak it through your nose.
- Princess Kida: Cookies are sweet, but yours is not. Sweet is kindly, but that is not his name. Audrey is sweet, but she is not your doctor. And the little digging animal called Mole, he is your pet?
- Milo: Close enough.
- Milo: [to himself] Okay, Milo, don't take no for an answer. "Look, I have some questions for you, and I'm not leaving this city until they're answered!" Yeah, th-that's it. That's good. That's good.
- [Princess Kida appears and grabs Milo from behind]
- Princess Kida: I have some questions for you, and you are not leaving this city until they are answered!
- Milo: How 'bout some slides? Th-the first slide is a depiction of a creature, a creature so frightening that sailors were said to be driven mad by the mere sight of it.
- [Slide shows Milo at the beach; all laugh]
- Wilhelmina: Hubba, hubba.
- Milo: Uh, sorry, that's... wrong.