"Well, Junior," says Henry Jones, "We got my Grail Diary back from the Nazis -- no thanks to you!"
"Dad," says Indy, "we have to get going. Let me have it, and I'll put it away."

"Think you can hold onto this time?"
"I'll put it in my bag, Dad. It'll be fine."

"I should hope so!" thunders the elder Jones. "That's my life's work in that book. Lose it again, and next time I'll entrust it to the Ritz Brothers!"

"Don't you mean the Marx Brothers?"

"You're not that good!"

"What are you waiting for, Junior? Y'do know how to drive this contraption, don't you?"

"It's not starting, Dad. Who knows how long it was in that ditch after the Nazi's shot that Dispatch-Rider."

"Just give it a little more Gas, Junior!"
BRRoommm! Brrrrooooooom!
"Okay, Dad, hold on!"
"That's what I've been doing!"


"I love you, Dad."
"I love you, too, Junior."

"I hate when you call me that..."