National Treasure

[shortofcrazy]

Riley Poole: Assuming Ben’s theory is correct and my tracking model’s accurate, we should be getting very close. But don’t go by me, I broke a shoelace this morning. It’s…it’s a bad omen.
Ian Howe: Should we turn around and go home?
Ben Gates: Or we could pull over and just throw him out here.
Riley: Haha … [sees serious look] Okay.
Ben: Oh Riley, you aren’t missing that windowless cubicle we found you in, are you?
Riley: Oh no, absolutely not.

Riley: [Upon sighting a frozen skeleton:] Ahh! OH GOD! AHH!
Ben: You handled that well.

Ben: [opens a box and pulls out an ivory-carved pipe] Do you guys know what this is?
Riley: Is it a billion dollar pipe?
Ian: It’s a Miashawn pipe. Ah, it’s beautiful.
Ben: Look at the intricacy of the scroll work on the stem.
Riley: Is it a million dollar pipe?
Ben: No, it’s a clue.

Shaw: [referring to the underground staircase] How do a bunch of people with hand tools build all this?
Ben: The same way the built the pyramids, and the Great Wall of China.
Riley: Right... the aliens helped them.

Shaw: Look... this is a waste of time. How could a ship wind up way out here?
Riley: Well, I'm no expert but... it could be that the hydrothermic properties of this region produce hurricane-force ice storms that cause the ocean to freeze and then melt and then refreeze, resulting in a semisolid migrating land mass that would land a ship right around here.
[walks away]

Ben: The stain affect could refer to a die or reagent used to bring about a certain result, combined with the key in silence undetected. The implication is to make what was undetectable detectable. Unless the key in silence could be…
Shaw: Prison.
Riley: Albuquerque. See, I can do it, too. Snorkel.

Ian: Tell me what I need to know or I’ll shoot your friend. [points gun at Riley]
Riley: Hey!
Ian: Quiet, Riley.

Ben: We don’t need someone crazy. We are one step short of crazy, and what do you get?
Riley: Obsessed.
Ben: Passionate.

Riley: So you are cut down by the man. A very cute man.

Riley: Hi.
Abigail Chase: Abigail Chase.
Ben: Paul Brown.
Abigail: Nice to meet you.
Riley: Bill.
Abigail: ...Nice to meet you, Bill.

Ben: Well, I'm going to get straight to the point. Someone is going to steal the Declaration of Independence.
Riley: It's true.
Abigail: I think I had better put you gentleman in touch with the FBI…
Ben: We've been to the FBI.
Abigail: And…?
Riley: And they assured us the Declaration could not possibly be stolen.
Abigail: They’re right.
Ben: My friend and I are less certain. However, if we were given the privilege of examining the document we would be able to tell you for certain if it were in any danger.
Abigail: What do you think you are going to find?
Ben: We believe that there is an encryption on the back.
Abigail: An encryption of what?
Ben: Uh, a cartograph.
Abigail: A map?
Ben: Yes ma'am.
Abigail: A map of what?
Ben: The location of… [clears throat] of items of historic and intrinsic value.
Abigail: A treasure map?
Riley: That’s where we lost the FBI.
Abigail: You’re treasure hunters aren’t you?
Ben: We’re more like treasure protectors.
Abigail: Mr. Brown, I have personally seen the back of the Declaration of Independence, and I promise you the only thing there is a notation that reads original Declaration of Independence dated--
Ben: --Of Independence dated 4th of July 1776. Yes ma'am.
Abigail: But no map.
[A long and uncomfortable silence.]
Ben: …It’s invisible.
Abigail: Oh. Right.
Riley: And that’s where we lost the Department of Homeland Security.

Riley: This is huge. Prison huge. You are going to go to prison. You know that?
Ben: Yeah, probably.
Riley: That bothers most people.

Riley: Okay, Ben, pay attention. I've brought you to the Library of Congress. Why? Because it's the biggest library in the world. Over 20 million books. And they're all saying the same exact thing: Listen to Riley.

Ben: The preservation room. Enjoy. Go ahead. Do you know what the preservation room is for?
Riley: ...Delicious jams and jellies?

Riley: [speaking through headset] How do you look?
Ben: [looking in mirror] Not bad.
Riley: Mazel tov!

Riley: Our evil plan is working.

Riley: [listening to Abigail over Ben's wire connection] Is that that hot girl? How does she look?

Riley: Ben, you still there? Ben?!
Ben: I'm in the elevator. Ian’s here. There was shooting.
Riley: I hate that guy.

Riley: Where are you, Ben? Where are you?!
Ben: Stop talking. Start the van.
Riley: Ben, the, uh, mean declaration lady is behind you.

Ben: [to Abigail] Are you alright?
Riley: Still a little on edge from being shot at, but I’ll be okay. Thanks for asking.

Riley: Ben, you know what you have to do.
Ben: I know what to do. I am just trying to think of anything else we could do.
Riley: Well, not to be a…uh…nudge, but you do realize how many people we have after us. I mean, we probably have our own satellite by now. [waits, then, impatient:] It took you all of two seconds to decide to steal the Declaration of Independence.
Ben: Yeah, but I didn’t think I would have to personally tell my dad about it.

Riley: What do we do about her? I have some duct tape in the back.

Ben: I'm in a little trouble.
Patrick Gates: Is she pregnant?
Abigail Chase: [to Riley] I look pregnant?
Riley: Of course not.
Ben: If she is would you leave the mother of your grandchild out in the cold?
Patrick: ...Come in.

Riley: [looks at lame old man car] Your dad’s got a sweet ride.

Riley: When are we gonna get there? I'm hungry. This car smells weird.

Abigail: What do you see?
Ben: 2:22.
Abigail: What time is it now?
Clothing Store Clerk: Almost 3.
Abigail: [sighs] We missed it.
Riley: No, we didn't. We didn't miss it because... you don't know this? I know something about history that you don't know.
Ben: I'd be very excited to learn about it, Riley.
Riley: Hold on one second, let me just take in this moment. This is cool. Is this how you feel all the time? Well, except now.
Abigail: Riley!
Riley: All right! What I know is that daylight savings wasn't established until World War I. If it's 3 p.m. now that means that in 1776 it would be 2 p.m.
Ben: Riley, you're a genius.

Riley: So what do we do?
Ben: We separate the lock from the key. We’re splitting up.
Abigail: Good idea.
Riley: Really?
Ben: I’ll take this and those, you take that. Meet me at the car and call me if you have any problems.
Riley: Like if we get caught and killed?
Ben: Yeah. That would be a big problem.

Ben: What?
Riley: We lost it.
Ben: What?
Riley: We lost the Declaration. Ian took it.
Ben: Yeah, okay. You alright? You both alright?
Riley: Yeah yeah. We’re fine.

Ben: You’re…you’re alright, yeah? I mean, you’re safe?
Abigail: Yeah we both are. Riley’s right here doing something clever with a computer.

Riley: [whole group is silent, staring down into the darkness] Okay, who wants to go down the creepy tunnel inside the tomb first?

Riley: [freaking out] This is it? We came all this way for a dead end?
Ben: Yes.
Riley: There has got to be something more.
Ben: Riley, there is no more.
Riley: Another clue.
Ben: No, there are no more clues. That’s it. It’s over. End of the road. The treasure is gone. Moved. Taken somewhere else.
Ian: You’re not playing games with me are you, Ben? You know where it is.
Ben: No.
Ian: Okay, I'll just go [turns to leave them locked in big deep tunnel].
All: Wait Ian!
Ben: You can’t just leave us here.
Ian: Yes I can. Unless Ben tells me the next clue.
Ben: There isn’t another clue.
Riley: Ian, wait. Listen, why don’t you come back down here and we can talk through this together.
Ian: [points gun at Riley] Don’t speak again.
Riley: ...'Kay.

Ian: Then I’ll know right where to find you. See you, Ben.
Ben: NO!
Riley: There’s no other way out!
Abigail: Come back!
Ben: You’re going to need us, Ian!
[Ian is gone. brief silence.]
Riley: We’re all going to die.
Ben: It’s going to be okay, Riley. I’m sorry I yelled at you.

Riley: It's a big blue-ish green man... with a strange-looking goatee... I'm guessing that's significant.
[hugs the statue]

Benjamin: I'm so sorry I dropped you - I had to save the Declaration!
Abigail: No, don't be. I would have done exactly the same to you.
Benjamin: Really?
Abigail: Yeah.
Riley: I would've dropped you both! Freaks.

Abigail: Are you crying, Riley?
Riley: Oh, look. Stairs.

Ben: I want the credit for the find to go to the entire Gates family with the assistance of Mr. Riley Poole.

Riley: I actually have this splinter that’s been festering for three months from an old piece of wood.
Ben: I’ll tell you what. Next time we find a treasure that redefines history for all mankind, you make the call on the finder’s fee.
Riley: It’s not as funny.

Riley: Enjoy your spoils while I sit on one percent. One stinking percent. Half of one percent actually. One percent.
Ben: I’m sorry for your suffering, Riley.
Riley: For the record, Ben, I like the house. [puts on sunglasses]
Ben: You know, I chose this estate because in 1812, Charles Carrol--
Riley: --Did something in history and had fun. Yeah, that’s great. [hops into shiny new sports car] Could have had a bigger house. [drives off]