- Vinny: We done a lot of things we're not proud of. Robbing graves, eh, plundering tombs, double parking. But, nobody got hurt. Well, maybe somebody got hurt, but nobody we knew.
- Vinny: Well, as far as me goes, I just like to blow things up.
- Dr. Sweet: Come on, Vinny. Tell the kid the truth.
- Vinny: My family owned a flower shop. We would sell roses, carnations, baby's breath, you name it. One day, I'm making about three dozen corsages for this prom, you know, the one they put on the wrist, and everybody, they come. "Where is it?", "When is it?", "Does it match my dress?" It's a nightmare. Anyway, I guess there was this leak next door of gas or what. BOOM! No more Chinese laundry. Blew me right through the front window. It was like a sign from God. I found myself that boom.
- Princess Kida: You are a scholar, are you not? Judging from your diminished physique and large forehead, you are suited for nothing else!
- Wilhelmina: [over the P.A. system] To whoever took the "L" from the "Motor Pool" sign, ha-ha, we are all very amused.
- Mole: You have disturbed the dirt!
- Milo: Uh, pardon me?
- Mole: You have disturbed the dirt! Dirt from around the globe spanning the centuries!
- [pulls the covers of Milo's bed, exposing clumps of dirt with little flags]
- Mole: What have you done? England must never merge with France!
- Milo: What's it doing in my bed?
- Mole: You ask too many questions! Who are you? Who sent you? Speak up!
- Milo: Me? I'm, uh...
- Mole: Bah! I will know soon enough.
- [grabs Milo's hand]
- Milo: Hey, hey, hey! Let go!
- Mole: Do not be such a crybaby. Hold still.
- [takes a bit of dirt from under one of Milo's fingernails]
- Mole: Aha! There you are. Now tell me your story, my little friend.
- [looks at dirt under magnifying lenses]
- Mole: Parchment fiber from the Nile Delta circa 500 B.C., lead pencil No. 2, paint flecks of a type used in government buildings, you have a cat, short hair Persian, two years old, third in a liter of seven. These are all the microscopic fingerprints of the mapmaker.
- [tastes dirt]
- Mole: And linguist.
- [Milo bumps into Vinny's cart]
- Vincenzo "Vinny" Santorini: Hey, Junior. If you're looking for the pony rides, they're back there.
- Milo Thatch: Excuse me! You dropped your dy-dy-dyna-dynamite.
- [laughs nervously whilst holding a stick of dynamite]
- Milo Thatch: What else have you, uh, got in there?
- Vincenzo "Vinny" Santorini: Oh, er, gunpowder, nitroglycerin, notepads, fuses, wicks, glue, and... paper clips, big ones. You know, just, uh, office supplies.
- Milo: Forget your jammies, Mrs. Packard?
- Wilhelmina: I sleep in the nude.
- [Sweet throws a sleep mask to Milo]
- Dr. Sweet: You're gonna want a pair of these. She sleepwalks.
- Milo: Oh, my decision? Well, I-I think we've seen how effective my decisions have been. Let's re-cap. I lead a band of plundering vandals to the greatest archaeological find in recorded history, thus enabling the kidnap and/or murder of the royal family, not to mention personally delivering the most powerful force known to man into the hands of a mercenary nutcase who's probably gonna sell it to the Kaiser! Have I left anything out?
- Dr. Sweet: Well, you did set the camp on fire and drop us down that big hole.
- Milo: Thank you! Thank you very much.
- Cookie: You're so skinny, if you turned sideways and stuck out your tongue, you'd look like a zipper.
- Milo: Say, Audrey. No-no offense, but how did a teenager become the chief mechanic of a multi-million dollar expedition?
- Audrey: I took this job when my dad retired. But, the funny thing was, he always wanted sons, right? One to run his machine shop, another to be middleweight boxing champion. But, he got my sister and me, instead.
- Milo: So, what... what happened to your sister?
- Audrey: She's 24 and 0, with a shot at the title next month.
- Preston B. Whitmore: Now, let's go over it again, just so we got it straight: you didn't find anything.
- Vinny: No. Just a lot of rocks. And fish, little fish. Sponges.
- Preston B. Whitmore: What happened to Helga?
- Cookie: Well, we lost her when a flaming zeppelin come down on her...
- [Audrey hits him with her parasol]
- Cookie: Uh, missing.
- Preston B. Whitmore: That's right. And Rourke?
- Dr. Sweet: Nervous breakdown. You could say he went all to pieces.
- Cookie: In fact, you could say he was transmogrified and then busted into a zillion...
- [Audrey raises her parasol]
- Cookie: He's missing too.
- Helga: Someone needs to talk to that girl.
- Mole: I will go!
- Vinny: Someone with good people skills.
- Mole: I will do it!
- Dr. Sweet: Someone who won't scare her away.
- Mole: I volunteer!
- Wilhelmina: Someone who can speak the language.
- Mole: For the good of the mission, I will go!
- Commander Rourke: [to Milo, who is not paying attention] Good man, Thatch. Thanks for volunteering.
- [Mole cries]
- Wilhelmina: [over the P.A. system] Attention. Tonight's supper will be baked beans. Musical program to follow. Who wrote this?
- Milo: I'll have to quit my job.
- Preston B. Whitmore: It's done. You resigned this afternoon.
- Milo: I did?
- Preston B. Whitmore: Yep. Don't like to leave loose ends.
- Milo: Oh, my apartment. I-I'm gonna have to give a notice.
- Preston B. Whitmore: Taken care of.
- Milo: My clothes?
- Preston B. Whitmore: Packed.
- Milo: My books?
- Preston B. Whitmore: In storage.
- Milo: My cat?
- [Milo's cat appears on his shoulder]
- Milo: My gosh.
- Commander Rourke: Tell Cookie to melt the butter and break out the bibs. I want this lobster served up on a silver platter.
- [first lines]
- On Screen Text: [the text that appears on screen] "... in a single day and night of misfortune, the island of Atlantis disappeared into the depths of the sea." - Plato, 360 B.C.
- Milo: [after speaking Atlantean] How was my accent?
- Princess Kida: Boorish, provincial, and you speak it through your nose.
- Mole: The magma has solidified in the bowels of the volcano, effectively blocking the exit.
- Wilhelmina: I got the same problem with sauerkraut.
- Princess Kida: Cookies are sweet, but yours is not. Sweet is kindly, but that is not his name. Audrey is sweet, but she is not your doctor. And the little digging animal called Mole, he is your pet?
- Milo: Close enough.
- Preston B. Whitmore: For years, your granddad bent my ear with stories about that old book. I didn't buy it for a minute. So finally, I got fed up and I made a bet with the old coot. I said, "Thatch, if you ever actually find that so-called journal, not only will I finance the expedition, but I'll kiss you full on the mouth." Imagine my embarrassment when he found the darn thing.
- Princess Kida: We are not thriving. True, our people live, but our culture is dying. We are like a stone the ocean beats against. With each passing year a little more of us is worn away.
- Milo: [to himself] Okay, Milo, don't take no for an answer. "Look, I have some questions for you, and I'm not leaving this city until they're answered!" Yeah, th-that's it. That's good. That's good.
- [Princess Kida appears and grabs Milo from behind]
- Princess Kida: I have some questions for you, and you are not leaving this city until they are answered!
- Cookie: Dang lightnin' bugs done bit me on my sit-upon. Somebody's gonna have to suck out this poison. Now don't everybody jump up at once.
- Milo: How 'bout some slides? Th-the first slide is a depiction of a creature, a creature so frightening that sailors were said to be driven mad by the mere sight of it.
- [Slide shows Milo at the beach; all laugh]
- Wilhelmina: Hubba, hubba.
- Milo: Uh, sorry, that's... wrong.
- Preston B. Whitmore: Your grandad had a saying: "Our lives are remembered by the gifts we leave our children." This journal is his gift to you, Milo. Atlantis is waiting. What do you say?
- [about the sound of the Leviathan]
- Commander Rourke: What is it? A pod of whales?
- Wilhelmina: Uh-uh. Bigger.
- Helga: It sounds metallic. Could be an echo off one of the rocks.
- Wilhelmina: Do you wanna do my job? Be my guest.
- [Rourke has just punched the King when he refused to tell him where the crystal chamber is, and an upset Dr. Sweet checks on the mortally wounded king]
- Dr. Sweet: Rourke, this was not a part of the plan!
- Commander Rourke: The plan's changed, Doc. I'd suggest you put a bandage on that bleeding heart of yours, it doesn't suit a mercenary.
- Princess Kida: You do swim, do you not?
- Milo: Oh, I swim pretty girl... Pr-Pretty *good*, pretty good. Sw... Good. Swim good. Pretty good. I swim pretty good.
- King Kashekim Nedakh: Your heart has softened, Kida. A thousand years ago, you would have slain them on sight.
- Princess Kida: A thousand years ago, the streets were lit and our people did not have to scavange for food at the edge of a crumbling city!
- King Kashekim Nedakh: The people are content.
- Princess Kida: They don't know any better! We were once a great people. Now we live in ruins. The kings of our past would weep if they could see how far we have fallen.
- King Kashekim Nedakh: Kida...
- Princess Kida: If these outsiders can unlock the secrets of our past, perhaps we can save our future.
- King Kashekim Nedakh: What they have to teach us, we have already learned.
- Princess Kida: Our way of life is dying.
- King Kashekim Nedakh: Our way of life is preserved. Kida, when you take the throne, you will understand.
- Milo: By the way, we were never properly introduced. My name's Milo.
- Princess Kida: My name is Kidagakash.
- Milo: Ki-ki-kidamaschnaga... Uh, hey, you got a nickname?
- Princess Kida: Kida.
- Milo: Okay, Kida. I can remember that.