Lara Croft: This is where I start to have fun.
Lara Croft: [after reading the ancient writing in the tomb] Right, so... Pretty much touch anything, and you get your head chopped off.
Distinguished Gentleman: If we don't get that piece, then we'll have to wait five thousand years for another alignment.
Manfred Powell: I don't know about you, but I'm not planning to give that much time to this enterprise.
Bryce: This isn't a country, it's an ice cube!
Bryce: How are you going to get to Cambodia and get the clock back in... 15 hours?
Lara Croft: I'll be calling in a favor.
Hilary: What kind of favor?
Lara Croft: Well, that is a secret. If a told you, I'd have to kill you.
Lara Croft: Ah, Mr Powell. How predictable. Alex West. What are you doing here?
