Индиана Джонс и последний крестовый поход

Tickets, please.

[in German] What?

[Indiana punches him, picks him up and throws him out a window; the other passengers look at him, bewildered]

[pointing out the window at Vogel] No ticket.

[the other passengers all pull out their tickets and wave them furiously at him]

Please, what does it always mean, this... this 'Junior'?

That's his name. Henry Jones, Junior.

I like 'Indiana'.

We named the dog Indiana.

The dog? You are named after the dog?

I've got a lot of fond memories of that dog.

Sallah, I said no camels! That's five camels. Can't you count?

Archeology is the search for fact, not truth. If it's truth you're interested in, Dr. Tyree's Philosophy class is right down the hall.

We have the map. The book is useless. And yet you come all the way back to Berlin to get it. Why? What are you hiding? What does the diary tell you that it doesn't tell us?

It tells me that goose-stepping morons like yourself should try reading books instead of burning them!

We'll find him.

The hell you will. He's got a two-day head start on you, which is more than he needs. Brody's got friends in every town and village from here to the Sudan, he speaks a dozen languages, knows every local custom, he'll blend in, disappear, you'll never see him again. With any luck, he's got the grail already.

[Cut to middle of fair in the Middle East, Marcus Brody wearing bright suit and white hat]

Does anyone here speak English?

We've got to get to Marcus before the Nazis do.

You said he had a two days start. That he would blend in, disappear.

Are you kidding? I made that up. You know Marcus. He got lost once in his own museum.

How did you know she was a Nazi?

She talks in her sleep.

Water?

No thank you, sir, no. Fish make love in it.

Those people are trying to kill us!

I know, Dad!

This is a new experience for me.

It happens to me all the time.

I didn't know you could fly a plane.

Fly, yes. Land, no.

Put down the gun or the girl dies.

But she's one of them.

Indy, please!

She's a Nazi.

What?

Trust me.

Indy, no!

I will kill her!

Yeah? Go ahead.

No! Don't shoot!

Don't worry. He won't.

Indy, please, do what he says!

And don't listen to her.

Enough! She dies!

Wait! Wait.

[Indy tosses over the gun. Vogel lets Elsa go and she runs right into Indy's arms]

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

[Elsa takes the grail diary from Indy's pocket, smiles, then hands it to Vogel]

But you should have listened to your father.

Is there anyone here who speaks English? Or maybe even ancient Greek?

[kisses Indy] That's how Austrians say goodbye.

And this is how we say goodbye in Germany, Dr. Jones.

[punches Indy]

I liked the Austrian way better.

I'm sorry about your head though. But I thought that you were one of them.

Dad, they come in through the doors.

Good point.