Joe January: [Giving Dita a whisky bottle] Here, dump that out and fill it with water. Shows you how serious the situation is.

Joe January: [Looking down a underground cavern] It's pretty foul down there - 2000 years of busy bats!

Joe January: [Referring to taking Dita on the expedition] I like my chippies in a room!

Joe January: [referring to the lost city] I've been walkin' around thinkin'. It's a great town for thinkin' - no distractions.

Joe January: What are we doin', out here in th' middle 'o' nowhere, lookin' fer nothin' in the wrong season!

Dita: I can cook, I can breathe, I can live!

Dita: Poor Paul. He was so kind! How could it happen?
Joe January: [Cynically] It happens...
Dita: But to him? He believed in God!
Joe January: I can't recite any Psalms for ya', but I know about people who believe in God. Our friend didn't! He put his faith in his father. A man! A human being! That's an easy faith to lose. I know about that, too.
Dita: But he was a good man. He tried to do good. He dreamed of goodness all his life.
Joe January: I'm gettin' a little sick of this "Poor Paul," "Kind man," "Full of grace." What does it take to wake you up? He didn't believe in anything but being a big-shot with God as a front. I've seen these do-gooders before - usually doin' the most good for themSELVES! Believing in God is different than drooling over rubies and emeralds.

Dita: You never kissed me like thatt before.
Joe January: I always meant to.

Paul Bonnard: [In reference to his father, whose true character has been revealed] He lied!
Joe January: Come on, he's paid his bills.
Paul Bonnard: An adulterer! A murderer!
Joe January: It can happen to any man, Paul - good *or* bad. Woman throws a harpoon into ya', and ya' go where SHE pulls.

Paul Bonnard: [Referring to his watch] Why did you steal it?
Dita: I wanted it.