Legend of the Lost

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!

Paul Bonnard:
[Referring to his watch] Why did you steal it?

Dita:
I wanted it.

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.

Paul Bonnard:
[Seeing Joe drinking whisky] Excuse me, monsieur, but I'm opposed to that.

Joe January:
[Belligerently] Opposed to what?

Paul Bonnard:
Taking liquor along.

Joe January:
Well, I'm not. We'll compromise. You live your way. I'll live mine!

Paul Bonnard:
For medicinal purposes perhaps it may be useful.

Joe January:
[Smiling] Best desert remedy on the market!

Paul Bonnard:
One gets to imagine strange things in the desert.

Joe January:
Yeah, one meets them too!

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

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

Dita:
You never kissed me like thatt before.

Joe January:
I always meant to.

Paul Bonnard:
Walking alone in the desert is wonderful. It's like walking on the face of a clock that's stopped.

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:
[to Dita] I made you virtuous... I'll buy your virtue.

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.