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Patrick Gates: At least I had your mother, for however brief a time! At least I had you! What do you have?
[looks at Riley]
Patrick Gates: Him?

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Riley Poole: It took you all of two seconds to decide to steal the Declaration of Independence.
Ben Gates: Yeah, but I didn't think I was going personally have to tell my dad about it.
[Abigal tries to run off with the Declaration]
Ben Gates: Hey! Not cool! Not cool!
[grabs her]
Abigail Chase:

Let me go!
Ben Gates: [taking the Declaration] Ok. You're let go. Go, shoo.
Abigail Chase: I'm not going.
[tries to take back the Declaration]
Abigail Chase: Not without the Declaration.
Ben Gates: [pulling the Declaration away from Abigail] You're not going with the Declaration.

Abigail Chase: Yes, I am. I'm not letting it out of my sight, so I'm going.
Ben Gates: Wait, you're not going with us with the Declaration.
Abigail Chase: Yes, I am.
Ben Gates: No, you're not.
Abigail Chase: Look, if you wanted to leave me behind, you shouldn't have told me where you

were going.

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Riley Poole: Who wants to go down the creepy tunnel inside the tomb first?

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Sadusky: Agent Dawes, do you have a visual? Can you see Gates in the water?
Agent Dawes: Sir, it's the Hudson. Nothing is visible.
Sadusky: Smart fish.

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[Ben shivers after unrolling the Declaration of Independence in the signing room of Independence Hall]
Riley Poole: What?
Ben Gates: It's just that... the last time this was here... it was being signed.

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Ben Gates: [Riley flips out after seeing a dead frozen body] You handled that well.

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Abigail Chase: What led you to assume there's this invisible map?
Ben Gates: We found an engraving on the stem of a 200-year-old pipe.
Riley Poole: Owned by the Free Masons.
Abigail Chase: May I see the pipe?
Ben Gates: We don't actually have it.
Abigail Chase:

Did Bigfoot take it?

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Abigail Chase: There is not a treasure map on the back of the Declaration of Independence.
Ben Gates: And there's no chance anyone can steal this...
[shakes the tube containing the Declaration]
Ben Gates: ... either.
[shakes the tube again]
Ben Gates: I leveled with you one hundred percent.

Everything I told you was the truth.
Abigail Chase: I want that document, Mr. Brown.
Ben Gates: Ok, my name's not Brown. It's Gates. I leveled with you ninety-eight percent.
Abigail Chase: Wait a minute, did you just say "Gates"?
[brief pause]
Abigail Chase: "Gates"? You're that family with the

conspiracy theory about the founding fathers?
Ben Gates: It's not a conspiracy theory.
Riley Poole: Per se.
Abigail Chase: You know what? I take it back. You're not liars. You're insane.

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Powell: Look... this is a waste of time. How could a ship wind up way out here?
Riley Poole: 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]

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Riley Poole: They're like Early American x-ray specs.
Abigail Chase: Benjamin Franklin invented something like these.
Ben Gates: Uh, I think he invented *these*.

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[Agent Hendricks clears his throat]
Sadusky: Yes, Agent Hendricks, you've got something?
Agent Hendricks: Um...
Sadusky: This isn't a day for "Um."
Agent Hendricks: We received a tip a few days ago that someone was going to steal the Declaration of Independence.
Sadusky:

[nodding] Do we have a name on the tipster?
Agent Hendricks: Uh, there was no file opened. We didn't find the information credible.
[pause]
Sadusky: How about now?

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

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Riley Poole: Our evil plan is working.

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[as they walk through the tunnel, Ben lets the others pass to make sure everyone is all right. When Abigail passes him, he grabs her arm]
Ben Gates: Come here!
[They kiss]
Powell: Why does that never happen with me?

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Abigail Chase: You know, I really couldn't accept something like that normally, but um... I really want it.

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Abigail Chase: You can't *seriously* intend to run chemical tests on the Declaration of Independence... in the back of a moving van!
Riley Poole: We have a clean room environment all set up: EDS suits, a particulate air filtration system, the whole shebang.
Abigail Chase: Really?
Ben Gates: We can't go back

there.
Riley Poole: What? Why not?

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Riley Poole: [after his computer goes blank] I lost my feed.
Ben Gates: [in the preservation room] What?
Riley Poole: I lost my feed, Ben. I don't know where anyone is. I-I have nothing. Ben, I have no-. Ben, I have nothing. Get out of there. Get out of there now!
Ben Gates: [picking up the Declaration of

independence's case] I'm taking the whole thing. I'll get it out of the elevator.
Riley Poole: What are you talking... Is it heavy?

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Ben Gates: Sadusky, I'm still not against you. But I found door #3, and I'm taking it.
[jumps into the Hudson River]

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Ben Gates: [speaking through headset] Riley, can you hear me?
Riley Poole: Unfortunately, yeah.

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Sadusky: So, here is your options: Door number one - you go to prison for a very long time. Door number two - we're going to get back the Declaration of Independence; you help us find it, and... you still go to prison for a very long time. But you'll feel better inside.
Ben Gates: Is there a door that doesn't lead to prison?
Sadusky:

[laughing] Someone's got to go to prison, Ben.