Dr. Sweet Quotes in Atlantis: The Lost Empire (2001)

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.

Milo: What's Mole's story?

Dr. Sweet: Trust me on this one. You don't wanna know. Audrey, don't tell him. You shouldn't have told me, but you did. And now I'm tellin' you...

[points at Milo]

Dr. Sweet: You don't wanna know.

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.

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.

Dr. Sweet: Of course, it's been my experience, when you hit bottom, the only place left to go is up.

Milo: Who told you that?

Dr. Sweet: A fellow by the name of Thaddeus Thatch.

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.

[Audrey is trying to saw Kida free from Rourke's hot-air balloon]

Audrey: I thought you said this thing could cut through a femur in twenty-eight seconds!

Dr. Sweet: Less talk, more saw!

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]

[Kida hits Mole]

Dr. Sweet: Ooh! I like her.

Audrey: Hm. 'Bout time someone hit him. I'm just sorry it wasn't me.

Dr. Sweet: What, something wrong with your neck?

Milo: Oh, yeah. I must've hurt it when...

[Dr. Sweet adjusts Milo's neck]

Milo: Aah! Ow!

Dr. Sweet: Better?

Milo: Yeah! Hey, how did you learn to do that?

Dr. Sweet: An Arapaho medicine man.

Milo: Get outta here.

Dr. Sweet: Born and raised with 'em. My father was an army medic. He settled down in the Kansas Territory after he met my mother.

Milo: No kidding.

Dr. Sweet: Nope. I got a sheepskin from Howard U., and a bearskin from old Iron Cloud. Halfway through medical school, I was drafted. One day I'm studying gross anatomy in the classroom, the next I'm sewing up rough riders on San Juan Hill.

Dr. Sweet: Hold on. Back up. Are you sayin' this whole volcano can blow at any time?

Mole: No, no, no, no. That would take an explosive force of great magnitude.

[everyone looks at Vinny, who is fiddling with a time bomb]

Vinny: [looks taken aback] Maybe I should do this later, huh?

Dr. Sweet: Get back! I've got soap, and I'm not afraid to use it.

Dr. Sweet: I'm gonna need you to fill these up.

[taking out very large measuring containers]

Milo: [spits out thermometer] With what?

[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.

Audrey: Hey, Milo. Don't you ever close that book?

Dr. Sweet: Yeah, you must've read it a dozen times by now

Milo: I know, but this... this doesn't make any sense. See, in this passage here, the shepherd seems to be leading up to something. He calls it the Heart of Atlantis. It could be the power source the legends refer to. But then it just... it cuts off. It's almost like there's a missing page.

Vinny: Kid, relax. We don't get paid overtime.

Milo: I know, I know. Sometimes I get a little carried away. But, hey, you know, that's what this is all about, right? I mean, discovery, teamwork, adventure. Unless, maybe, you're just in it for the money.

Audrey: Money.

Wilhelmina: Money.

Dr. Sweet: Money.

Mole: Money.

Vinny: I'm gonna say... money.

Milo: Well, I guess I set myself up for that one.

Dr. Sweet: Me, I hate fishing. I hate fish. Hate the taste, hate the smell, hate all them little bones.

Dr. Sweet: Milo Thatch. You're my three o'clock. Well, no time like the present.

[pulls out a huge saw]

Milo: Oh boy!

Dr. Sweet: Nice, isn't it? The catalog says that this little beauty can saw through a femur in twenty-eight seconds. I'm bettin' I can cut that time in half.

Milo: [after Kida speaks to them in Atlantean, replying in halting Atlantean] I... travel... friend.

Princess Kida: [In Atlantean] You... travel, you are a friendly traveler.

Milo: Ita, sum amice viator.

Princess Kida: Dices linguam Romae.

Milo: Parlez-vous francais?

Princess Kida: Oui, monsieur.

Mole: They speak my language! Pardon, mademoiselle, ah, voulez-vous...

[He whispers in Kida's ear and she punches him]

Dr. Sweet: Ooh, I like her.

Audrey: Hmm. 'Bout time someone hit him. I'm just sorry it wasn't me.

Atlanteans: Buenos dias. Ciao. Guten tag. Konnichiwa. Namaste. Ni hao.

Audrey: How do they know all these languages?

Milo: Their language must be based on a root dialect. It's just like the Tower of Babel.

Commander Rourke: Well, maybe English is in there somewhere. We are explorers from the surface world. We come in peace.

Princess Kida: Welcome to the city of Atlantis.

Dr. Sweet: [looking around Agnes' room, covered in tinfoil, full of bug zappers and other insect repellant products] Bug problem?

Agnes White: You should know.

Dr. Sweet: Should I? What are they?

Agnes White: Aphids.

Dr. Sweet: Aphids.

Agnes White: Look around, asshole!... They're in right now. They like to go in sometimes.

Dr. Sweet: And the tinfoil?

Agnes White: Scrambles the signal.

Dr. Sweet: You're receiving a signal?

Agnes White: Transmitting.

Dr. Sweet: You're transmitting a signal...

Agnes White: Not me. The bugs.

Dr. Sweet: The bugs have a transmitter?

Agnes White: The bugs *are* the transmitter.

Dr. Sweet: And the tinfoil scrambles the signal.

Agnes White: It helps.

Dr. Sweet: I'm sure it does.

Agnes White: [Dr. Sweet, unknowingly sitting on some gas canisters, proceeds to light up Agnes' crack pipe] I'd be careful.

Dr. Sweet: I'm okay.

Agnes White: Oh, yeah. You're also sitting on twenty gallons of high test.

Dr. Sweet: Bugs are a fairly common delusion among paranoids... Bugs, spiders, snakes... spiders. You haven't had any snakes, have you?

Agnes White: You're the first.

Dr. Sweet: Have you at least entertained the idea the bugs are a delusion?

Agnes White: How do I know *you're* not a delusion?

Dr. Sweet: Touché.