Allan Quatermain Quotes in The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen (2003)

[Mina jumps and gasps like something just grabbed her behind]

Rodney Skinner (The Invisible Man): I've been waiting all week to do that.

Allan Quatermain: Get a grip, man.

Rodney Skinner (The Invisible Man): Well, I thought I just did.

[Mina slaps him]

Rodney Skinner (The Invisible Man): Oooh, Mina...

Captain Nemo: Report.

Rodney Skinner (The Invisible Man): Well, hello to you, too. And need I remind you, I am naked in the snow. I can't feel any of my extremities. And I mean... any of them.

Allan Quatermain: Now, would you like to learn to shoot?

Tom Sawyer: I can already.

Allan Quatermain: Oh, I saw. Very American. Fire enough bullets and hope to hit the target.

Allan Quatermain: If you can't do it with one bullet, don't do it at all.

Allan Quatermain: Automatic rifles. Who in God's name has automatic rifles?

Elderly Hunter: Dashed unsporting. Probably Belgian.

Allan Quatermain: I may have been overly rude earlier... when I called you a pirate.

Captain Nemo: And I may have been overly charitable... when I said I wasn't. But I try to live in the now... where the ghosts of old wrongs do not abide.

Rodney Skinner (The Invisible Man): So, how did M get you?

Allan Quatermain: None of your business.

Mina Harker: You're a little testy, Mr. Q.

Allan Quatermain: Mrs. Harker, I doubt if you measure danger the way I do.

Mina Harker: And I imagine you with quite the library, Mr. Quatermain. All those books you must have read merely by looking at their covers.

Allan Quatermain: I've had women along on past exploits, and found them to be, at best, a distraction.

Mina Harker: Do I distract you?

Allan Quatermain: My dear girl, I've buried two wives and many lovers... and I'm in no mood for more of either.

Rodney Skinner (The Invisible Man): You can send 'em my way.

Allan Quatermain: Skinner, shut up.

M: They've discovered these attacks are all the work of one man who calls himself the Phantom

Allan Quatermain: Very operatic. And what's in it for him?

M: Profit.

Allan Quatermain: [sniffs air] He's afraid.

Tom Sawyer: [sniffs air] I don't smell anything.

Allan Quatermain: [being lead down a staircase that doesn't seem to end] Where are we going? Australia?

Rodney Skinner (The Invisible Man): And they'll provide an antidote... well, that's if I'm a good boy.

Allan Quatermain: And are you a good boy?

Rodney Skinner (The Invisible Man): I guess you'll find out, won't you?

Sanderson Reed: Where is your sense of patriotism?

Allan Quatermain: [stands up with a drink] God save the Queen.

[the other patrons of the club mutter an apathetic return to the toast]

Nigel: God save her.

Allan Quatermain: [to Reed] That's about as patriotic as it gets around here.

Sanderson Reed: They're indestructible.

Allan Quatermain: No, just armor-plated.

M: I hope I've got your fire when I'm your age.

Allan Quatermain: You will not live beyond today. That I promise you.

Allan Quatermain: Ah, you're missing a picture, Mr. Gray.

Dorian Gray: And you don't miss a thing, do you, Mr. Quatermain?

Allan Quatermain: Oh, sometimes.

Mina Harker: A man who worships death. Can we trust him?

Allan Quatermain: He's not the one I'm worried about.

Sanderson Reed: There is great unrest. Countries set at each other's throats, baying for blood. It's a powder-keg. The trouble of which I speak could set a match to the whole thing: War.

Allan Quatermain: Wi-With whom, exactly?

Sanderson Reed: Everyone. A world war.

Allan Quatermain: That notion makes you sweat?

Sanderson Reed: Heavens, man. Doesn't it you?

Allan Quatermain: This is Africa, dear boy. Sweating is what we do.

[after throwing the invisible man out of his room]

Allan Quatermain: Skinner, I want you dressed at all times, eh? Or it's my boot up your arse.

[to Tom Sawyer]

Allan Quatermain: May this new century be yours, son, as the old one was mine.

Nigel: Perhaps I should toddle off, should I, Allan?

Allan Quatermain: Yes, of course, Nigel. You toddle off.

Nigel: Toddling.

Sanderson Reed: But you're Allan Quatermain. Stories of your exploits have thrilled English boys for decades.

Allan Quatermain: That I know. And Nigel has done a grand job reminding me. But... with each past exploit I've lost friends, white men and black... and much more. And I'm not the man I once was.

Sanderson Reed: The Empire needs you.

Allan Quatermain: But the question is, do I need the Empire?

Allan Quatermain: I don't like theatrics.

M: After Africa's veldts, London's climate isn't affecting your mood, I see...

Allan Quatermain: Identify yourself.

M: I am known by many names, Mr. Quatermain. My underlings call me Sir. My superiors call me M.

Allan Quatermain: M?

M: Just M.

M: To the death. But you'll need Hyde to make it mine.

Allan Quatermain: He'll be making his own fight.

[Quatermain pulls Sawyer out from under some falling rubble]

Allan Quatermain: Heh. That was naughty.

Tom Sawyer: Thanks.

Allan Quatermain: Eyes open, boy. I can't protect you all the time.

Rodney Skinner (the Invisible Man): Hello, Dorian. The great white hunter's bagged his prize.

[they hear and see men being thrashed]

Dorian Gray: Or the prize bagged him.

[Quatermain is corraling Mr. Hyde]

Allan Quatermain: Stay back, if you value your lives.

Jesse Huston: [Indicating the twin mountain peaks] if we'd crashed between them, we'd be at the mine!

Allan Quatermain: Fine! Next time we steal a plane, i'll let you crash it!

[referring to Sorais, the well-endowed evil queen, prancing about in her skimpy costume]

Allan Quatermain: I've seen some amazing things in my life, but never anything to compare with this.

[referring to his brother, who disappeared searching for The Lost City of Gold]

Allan Quatermain: He was always ready to go off at the drop of a legend.

Allan Quatermain: ...in the end you begin to accept it all... you watch things hunting and being hunted, reproducing, killing and dying, it's all endless and pointless, except in the end one small pattern emerges from it all, the only certainty: one is born, one lives for a time then one dies, that is all...

Allan Quatermain: Mrs. Curtis, the average life of a man in my profession is approximately eight years. Now, I've been at it for fifteen, so you see, I've been living on borrowed time. My wife died here six years ago. Sooner or later, an animal, or an unfriendly native, or a tropical disease will get me. I have a son in England. There'll be very little money for him if anything should happen to me in the ORDINARY course of events, but the money you're offering would provide very nicely for the boy until he's old enough to take care of himself.

Allan Quatermain: The only way out of this is... suffocation.

Allan Quatermain: Stupid waste, this safari. All of it! Half our supplies gone after that all-night stampede. Wasted! Waste of time, supplies, and lives.

Elizabeth Curtis: [Glares at him, too sleepy to argue]

Allan Quatermain: [Sarcastic] Well, I hope the lady enjoyed it!

Elizabeth Curtis: [Ignores him]

Allan Quatermain: I think I ought to warn you - you've come on a hopeless errand.

Elizabeth Curtis: My brother told me your reasons. There was one argument he neglected to use.

Allan Quatermain: Oh, what was that?

Elizabeth Curtis: Money.

Allan Quatermain: It's a very good argument.

Elizabeth Curtis: I'm willing to pay anything - beyond reason, of course.

Allan Quatermain: Why are you so determined to go on with this? I can understand your planning it before you knew its dangers, but now... your brother must have told you.

Elizabeth Curtis: Are you sure you're not exaggerating the dangers? With proper equipment and your services, we should be able to manage. I'm not afraid.

Allan Quatermain: Your courage does you no credit, Mrs. Curtis. It's the result of ignorance.

Elizabeth Curtis: What is your usual fee for a safari, Mr. Quatermain?

Allan Quatermain: Oh, two hundred pounds and all expenses. I wouldn't undertake this one for five hundred.

Elizabeth Curtis: Would you for five thousand?

Allan Quatermain: It's occurred to me that since your husband's body was never found, you can't inherit his money until you prove that he's dead. That could be the reason for this visit.

Elizabeth Curtis: One of the reasons my husband went looking for that diamond mine was a possibly foolish hope of finding a fortune of his own. You see, I hold all the wealth there is in the family.

Allan Quatermain: Well, then, I still don't understand.

Elizabeth Curtis: What? That I'd be willing to risk my life for my husband?

Allan Quatermain: That you're proposing to throw it away. That's not normal. It has a smell of sickness about it.

Elizabeth Curtis: I happen to love my husband. Perhaps, that's an emotion that you are incapable of understanding.

Allan Quatermain: Perhaps.

Elizabeth Curtis: Perhaps, you've never known a woman truly in love.

Allan Quatermain: Perhaps, but I have known people who make elaborate sacrifices for reasons they themselves don't quite understand. Sometimes, it's to expiate a feeling of guilt. Sometimes, it's...

Elizabeth Curtis: If I were you, I'd examine my OWN motives, Mr. Quatermain. A man who doesn't care whether he lives or dies is not exactly a wholesome specimen. I'm risking my life for a man I love. You're doing it for money.

Allan Quatermain: Mrs...

Elizabeth Curtis: No, no, no, not your son. There are things you can do for him other than toss your life away. What's YOUR sickness, Mr. Quatermain? Nothing to live for?