“You Americans, you’re all the same. Always overdressing for the wrong occasions.”
“What a fitting end to your life’s pursuits. You’re about to become a permanent addition to this archaeological find. Who knows? In a thousand years, even you may be worth something.”
“Ha ha ha ha! Son of a bitch.”
“We have top men working on it now.”
“Who?”
“Top. Men.”
“I should say you look rather lost, but then I can’t imagine where in the world the three of you would look at home.”
“Dr. Jones, wasn’t it the Sultan of Madagascar who threatened to cut off your head if you ever returned to his country?”
“No, it wasn’t my head.”
“Then your hands, perhaps?”
“No, it wasn’t my hands. It was my… my misunderstanding.”
“You call this archaeology?”
“I’m sorry about your head though. But I thought that you were one of them.”
“Dad, they come in through the doors.”
“Ha, good point.”
“You lost today, kid. But that doesn’t mean you have to like it.”