Marion Quotes in Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)

Marion: You're not the man I knew ten years ago.

Indiana: It's not the years, honey, it's the mileage.

Indiana: Do we need the monkey?

Marion: I'm surprised at you. Talking that way about our baby. He's got your looks, too.

Indiana: And your brains.

Marion: Yes she does! She's very smart.

[Marion is being kidnapped]

Marion: You can't do this to me, I'm an AMERICAN.

Indiana: I can only say I'm sorry so many times.

Marion: Well, say it again anyway!

Indiana: Sorry.

Indiana: Here, take this,

[hands Marion a torch]

Indiana: Wave it at anything that slithers.

Marion: The whole place is slitherin'!

[turns and mistakes Indy's whip on his side for a snake]

Marion: Indy!

[tries to burn it with the torch]

Indiana: [screams]

[talking about Marion's late father]

Marion: He said you were a bum.

Indiana: Aw, he's being generous.

Marion: The most gifted bum he ever trained. You know, he loved you like a son... took a hell of a lot for you to alienate him.

Indiana: Not much... just you.

[Indiana falls asleep while kissing her]

Marion: We never seem to get a break, do we?

Marion: Well, Jones, at least you haven't forgotten how to show a lady a good time.

Indiana: Boy, you're something!

Marion: Yeah? I'll tell you what: until I get back my five thousand dollars, you're gonna get more than you bargained for. I'm your goddamn partner!

Indiana: Hello, Marion.

Marion: Indiana Jones. I always knew some day you'd come walking back through my door. I never doubted that. Something made it inevitable. So, what are you doing here in Nepal?

Indiana: I need one of the pieces your father collected.

[Marion surprises him with a right cross to the jaw]

Marion: I've learned to hate you in the last ten years!

Indiana: I never meant to hurt you.

Marion: I was a child. I was in love. It was wrong and you knew it!

Indiana: You knew what you were doing.

Marion: Now I do. This is my place. Get out!

Toht: Good evening, Fraulein.

Marion: The bar's closed.

Toht: We are... hehe... not thirsty.

[Marion removes heavy robe to reveal satin negligèe]

Indiana: Where'd you get that?

Marion: From him.

Indiana: Who 'him'?

Marion: Katanga. I got a feeling I'm not the first woman to travel with these pirates.

Marion: What do you want?

Toht: Ah, the same thing your friend Dr. Jones wanted. Surely he mentioned there would be other interested parties?

Marion: Must have slipped his mind.

Toht: The man is nefarious. I hope for your sake that he has not yet acquired it.

Marion: Why, are you willing to offer more?

Toht: Oh, almost certainly. Do you still have it?

Marion: [blows smoke in his face] No.

[Toht prepares to torture Marion with a hot poker]

Marion: Wait, wait! I can be reasonable!

Toht: That time has passed.

Marion: You don't need that. I'll tell you everything!

Toht: Yes, I know you will.

Toht: Your fire is dying... here, why don't you tell me where the piece is right now?

Marion: Listen, Herr Mac, I don't know what kind of people you're used to dealing with, but nobody tells me what to do in my place.

Toht: Fräulein Ravenwood, let me show you what I am used to...

[Marion and Belloq are both very drunk]

Marion: [laughs] What is this stuff, Rene?

Belloq: [laughing as well] I grew up on this. It's my family label.

[Marion falls to the ground laughing, then calmly pulls out the knife she was concealing and points it at Belloq, who bursts out laughing in response]

Marion: [laughs] We-he-he-ell, I have to be going now, Rene.

Belloq: [flicking his hand and laughing] Ta-ta.

Marion: [walking off] I like you, Rene, very much. Perhaps we'll meet again under better circumstances.

[last lines]

Marion: Hey, what happened? You don't look very happy.

Indiana: Fools. Bureaucratic fools!

Marion: What'd they say?

Indiana: They don't know what they've got there.

Marion: Well, I know what I've got here. Come on. I'll buy you a drink. You know, a drink?

Marion: They can smell us. They want to feed off us.

Marion: ...time is short. So you gotta ask yourself: Are you a fighter, Fish Queen, or are you zombie food?

Marion: One day you're out on your boat and you get attacked by zombie fish, they munch at your face, like you're the main course at an all you can eat crazy country boy buffet. You walk away, tell the town your story; they think you're mad. Everyone thinks you're mad, you think I'm mad. It happens again, this time it's not zombie fish it's zombie Berkeley. But this time I'm prepared, I'm ready to fight whatever they can throw at me. Still i wasn't strong enough, the strongest ones are always the last ones left; if that's not me, it must be you. If that was the case you wouldn't have battled the undead and lived. You'd be the entree at a smorgasboard of brainfood.

Robin Hood: Oh yes and believe you me, the poor are going to be, well not just absolutely thrilled, but also considerably less poor, aren't they Redgrave?

Redgrave: [Gibberish]

Robin Hood: You see- what did he say?

Marion: He says yeah, what with Christmas coming up and all.

Randall: [Kevin and the Time Bandits, booby-trapped and hanging upside down from a tree, are confronted by outlaws] Just leave it to me, Wally. You've just gotta treat them right, that's all. Waddaya want, you tatty-faced old scumbag?

Marion: What's your business, codfish?

Randall: Robbers!

Marion: Villainous robbers?

Randall: The worst!

Marion: Stop at nothing?

Randall: Nothing at all!

Marion: Steal the cup out' a beggar's hands?

Randall: Rather!

Marion: Teeth from blind old ladies?

Randall: Of course!

Marion: Toys from children?

Randall: Whenever we can!

Marion: Grrrrrrrr!

Randall: Arrrrrrrrrr!

Marion: Right! Cut them down!

Randall: They always crack in the end.

Robin Hood: Here we are, madam. Congratulations. Well done. Congratulations.

[Redgrave belts the lady]

Robin Hood: Is that absolutely necessary?

Redgrave: [Gibberish]

Robin Hood: What did he say?

Marion: He said yes, he's afraid it is.

Robin Hood: Ah, fine.

Marion: July?

Juli: Yes.

Marion: What was that?

Juli: That was Daniel Bannier.

Marion: Yeah, sure. But what's so special about him?

Juli: He has something deep inside waiting to get out.

Marion: Like what?

Marion: Claude, I don't think I've fooled around with Sara. I fell in love and it's done me good. Is that a sin?

[two seniors fight over Ledania, smashing everything in their path]

Marion: It's irrational to step in an affair involving a girl... but it'll inconvenience us if the café gets torn apart.

Marion: Love is not logical.

[running to stop Jacques and Lindo's duel]

Marion: I've had enough. Don't die, Jacques! Don't die, Lindo!

Marion: [reading a letter] These are the same old lines: Mother has gone to Marseilles with her new husband. Good luck, Mama.

[tears the letter and leaves his room]

Marion: "Want to enjoy the festivities with us, Marion?"... Why don't you just say I'm a nuisance?

[runs down the stairs]

[Marion comes across Claude, in a dark stable]

Marion: What are you doing here?

[His foot taps an empty bottle, which he examines]

Marion: This is...!

Claude: Keep quiet, Marion. I want to die.

Marion: What?

Claude: It's filthy, living like this.

[after Claude's death]

Marion: [grieving] Why, why didn't he let me hold him?

Lindo: Just look at us: everybody else has gone home, free for the summer. And we're still stuck in our uniforms!

Claude: Rule 11: Uniforms must be worn at all times, so it says.

Marion: Rules, rules, rules! It's a rule to wake up in the morning, it's a rule to gargle after you brush your teeth...

Claude: It's also a rule not to talk back to your teacher. They think they can keep students under control with their rules.

Claude: Do you know the myth of Leda and the Swan? Zeus turned himself into a swan, and seduced Leda. And she gave birth to two eggs.

Jacques: So, Leda and the Swan had sex.

Claude: I wonder, what sort of man becomes a swan?

Lindo: Did you put this up hoping to be that sort of man?

Claude: [looks at Marion] I feel as though I never will be...

Lindo: Don't get so serious, sex is only a reproductive act. You don't need love to have sex, it's just a natural physical need.

Jacques: It's no different from eating or drinking!

Marion: Stop it!

[walks out]

Jacques: Damn, he always runs away when we talk about this...

Lindo: He's slow in that aspect.

Claude: But have any of you ever been with a woman?

[running in the rain]

Marion: [thinking] Woman, man, love, sex... rules, rules, rules... love, man, love, woman... I don't want to love anyone! So please don't love me!

Tick: What do you assume I do? Lie?

Marion: Assumption, my dear Mitz, is the mother of all fuck-ups.

Marion: [to Tick] Morals are a choice, and he'll decide his own when he's good and bloody well ready.

Man In Crowd: More! More!

Benji: We want more!

Marion: Yes, magnificent. Bravo!

Benji: More! We want more!

Marion: [to Felicia] Stop wearing out that mirror!

Marion: I don't like crooks. And if I did like 'em, I wouldn't like crooks that are stool pigeons. And if I did like crooks that are stool pigeons, I still wouldn't like you.

Morelli: What's the gag?

Marion: You know as much about it as I do.

Detective Waiter: [shouting] Have a cocktail!

Morelli: N-no, I don't care for any.

Detective Waiter: [Still shouting] I said, have a cocktail!

Marion: [Nervously] I guess he wants us to have a cocktail.

Marion: I don't like crooks. And if I did like 'em, I wouldn't like crooks that are stool pigeons. And if I did like crooks that are stool pigeons, I still wouldn't like you!

Nunheim: You open your mouth and I'll pop a tooth out of it!

Marion: Oh, is that so?

Maggie Prescott: [looking for signs of intellect] Marion, dear... what are you reading?

Marion: [holds up comic book] "Minutemen from Mars"!

Marion: What makes a song beautiful is not always the quality of the voice but the distance that voice has had to travel.

Arthur Harris: [Marion wants to go outside in her pyjamas to say hello to the choir who have come to sing outside her bedroom window] You can't make a show of yourself like that.

Marion: They're my friends. They don't care what I look like. Neither do I. I want to see them.

Marion: She shouldn't be picking up idiots on the beach.

Marion: It always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing. It hurts so much. When I feel someone is going to leave me, I have a tendency to break up first before I get to hear the whole thing. Here it is. One more, one less. Another wasted love story. I really love this one. When I think that its over, that I'll never see him again like this... well yes, I'll bump into him, we'll meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend, act as if we had never been together, then we'll slowly think of each other less and less until we forget each other completely. Almost. Always the same for me. Break up, break down. Drunk up, fool around. Meet one guy, then another, fuck around. Forget the one and only. Then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love, desperately look everywhere and after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one, until that one is gone as well. There's a moment in life where you can't recover any more from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can't live without him. And even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone else's kisses.

Marion: Ugghhh

[Jack removes Marion's glasses]

Marion: I can't see you. I could be having sex with Gregory Peck or something.

Jack: Well, good for you.

Marion: It's not your dick that's too big for French condoms. It's your ego that's too big for French condoms. And... and Italian, too.

Jack: Um, so what's the deal, man?

Marion: What?

Jack: That guy was looking at you like you were a big leg of lamb. It's like he had the fork and the knife and the bib.

Marion: I am a big leg of lamb.

Jack: I know, but you're my leg of lamb. How do you know him?

Marion: Well, we met many years ago, and we had a little thing. I think I gave... I gave him a blowjob. No big deal.

Jack: Really? A blowjob's no big deal?

Marion: Oh, I'm sorry.

Jack: I'm all right.

Marion: No I mean, it's no big deal in comparison to what's going on in the world. You know, there's George Bush, the war in Iraq, there's Avian flu and then there's a blowjob. You know what I mean?

Jack: Right, right.

Marion: In consideration, it's...

Jack: Nice transition.

Marion: It's a pretty minor event. Don't you think?

Jack: I would actually say it's not a minor event... if you wanna start talking in the grander political scheme of things. If you think about it,it was a blowjob after all, that brought down America's last chance at a healthy democracy.

Jack: Can I use this thermometer?

[puts it in the mouth]

Marion: I usually don't use this one in the mouth. I mean...

Jack: Oh, come on! What is wrong with you?

Marion: What? It's a french thermometer.

Jack: Are you 5? You still use the thermometer up your ass?

Marion: You know why people are attracted to one other? Cos people with very different immune systems are attracted to one other so the offspring, the baby, will have a stronger immune system with the combination of the two immune systems.

[Jack pretends to snore]

Marion: Don't snore! It's important!

Jack: Oh!, No! Yeh! No! I was saying the same thing!

Marion: Taking pictures all the time turns you into an observer. It automatically takes you out of the moment... For our trip to Venice I wanted to be in the moment, with Jack. But, instead of kissing on the gondola, Jack took 48 pictures on the gondola... Instead of holding hands walking across Piazza San Marco, Jack took 72 pictures of Piazza San Marco.

Marion: If you live your life with one person only, one day they'll be gone or you'll be gone. And one of you will be left in the cold world. The family we are born in eventually vanishes. By then you have created your own family if you're lucky. First you have to choose the person you'll build this family with, and stick to it as much as possible. How many tries do you get before you strike out? When my mother died, just a few hours before the end, she looked in my eyes and had the expression of a little girl who didn't know what was happening to her. The same as when Lulu was born. Something totally pure. So I guess we can do all the growing up we can. In the end, at the core, we stay the same. But before that sad ending that awaits all of us, maybe we can share beautiful, ephemeral moments with the people we love.

Marion: What are you, a mortician or something? This is the kind of music they play in funeral parlors.

Marion: Are you trying to get me tight?

Robert Danvers: You're frightening enough sober.

Marion: You made me into your mother, Elizabeth. And somewhere I think I've always been afraid that you could unmake me, too.

Marion: Anyway, I want it to be you that I make love to.

Chris: It's me! It's me, darling!

Marion: No, it's not. It's eight pints of lager with an erection.

Jack: Gambling's not about money... Gambling's about not facing reality, ignoring the odds.

Marion: I must be a fool - I never think about the odds.

Marion: Most men'll fuck a lamppost.

Marion: Without hope there's no point to anything.

Harry Goldfarb: [on the phone] Marion... I've been thinking about you so much... are you okay?

Marion: When are you coming home?

Harry Goldfarb: Soon.

Marion: When?

Harry Goldfarb: Soon... you holding out alright?

Marion: Harry... can you come today?

Harry Goldfarb: Yeah...

[Both Harry and Marion start to cry]

Harry Goldfarb: I'll come... I'll come today. You just wait for me, alright?

Marion: Harry...

Harry Goldfarb: I'm coming back, Marion.

Marion: Yeah.

Harry Goldfarb: I'm really sorry, Marion...

Marion: I know.

Marion: I love you, Harry. You make me feel like a person. Like I'm me... and I'm beautiful.

Harry Goldfarb: You are beautiful. You're the most beautiful girl in the world. You are my dream.

Marion: Getting the money's not the problem, Harry.

Harry Goldfarb: Then what's the problem?

Marion: I don't know what I'm going to have to do to get it.

Harry: [about the failed drug score] See, everything was going good, and then some dumbass junkie...

Marion: Did what? Some dumbass junkie did what? You mean, you fucked it up!

Harry: What the fuck is wrong with you?

Marion: You promised me that everything was gonna be okay, remember? I fucked that sleaze bag for you and I put myself through fucking hell for you?

Harry: There's nothing out there!

Marion: I don't give a shit! You fucking loser!

Harry Goldfarb: I always thought you were the most beautiful girl I ever seen.

Marion: Really?

Harry Goldfarb: Ever since I first saw you.

Marion: That's nice, Harry. That makes me feel really good. You know, other people have told me that before, and it was meaningless.

Harry Goldfarb: What, 'cause you thought they were pulling your leg?

Marion: No, no, not like that. I mean, I don't know. I don't know or even care if they were. Just from them it was... just, just meaningless, you know? You say it and I hear it. I really hear it.

Marion: Anybody wanna waste some time?

Marion: [yells] You smug fuck.

Marion: I love you. I don't want to go away with Carl.

Dr. Bill Harford: Marion, I don't think you realize...

Marion: I do, even if I'm never to see you again, I want at least to live near you.

Dr. Bill Harford: Marion, listen to me, listen to me. You're very upset right now and I don't think you realize what you're saying.

Marion: I love you.

Dr. Bill Harford: We barely know each other. I don't think we've had a single conversation about anything except your father.

Marion: I love you.

Marion: Please don't despise me.

Marion: A surprising number of human beings are without purpose, though it is probable that they are performing some function unknown to themselves.

Edith: I think I must be doomed. I don't feel at all well.

Marion: I do wish you'd stop talking for once.

Edith: May I come, too, please?

Marion: So long as you don't complain.

Edith: I won't, I promise.

Miranda: And don't worry about us Mademoiselle. We shall only be gone a little while.

Marion: Now it's serious. At last it's becoming serious. So I've grown older. Was I the only one who wasn't serious? Is it our times that are not serious? I was never lonely neither when I was alone, nor with others. But I would have liked to be alone at last. Loneliness means I'm finally whole. Now I can say it as tonight, I'm at last alone. I must put an end to coincidence. The new moon of decision. I don't know if there's destiny but there's a decision. Decide! We are now the times. Not only the whole town - the whole world is taking part in our decision. We two are now more than us two. We incarnate something. We're representing the people now. And the whole place is full of those who are dreaming the same dream. We are deciding everyone's game. I am ready. Now it's your turn. You hold the game in your hand. Now or never. You need me. You will need me. There's no greater story than ours, that of man and woman. It will be a story of giants... invisible... transposable... a story of new ancestors. Look. My eyes. They are the picture of necessity, of the future of everyone in the place. Last night I dreamt of a stranger... of my man. Only with him could I be alone, open up to him, wholly open, wholly for him. Welcome him wholly into me. Surround him with the labyrinth of shared happiness. I know... it's you.

Marion: Longing. Longing for a wave of love that would stir in me. That's what makes me clumsy. The absence of pleasure. Desire for love. Desire to love.

[last lines]

Marion: [voiceover] I closed the book, and felt this strange mixture of wistfulness and hope, and I wondered if a memory is something you have or something you've lost. For the first time in a long time, I felt at peace.

Paul: Do you remember some years ago when I showed you something I'd written, do you remember what you said?

Marion: No, I don't remember. I was probably just trying to be truthful.

Paul: Yes, I'm sure. You said, "This is overblown, it's too emotional, it's maudlin. Your dreams may be meaningful to you, but to the objective observer, it's just so embarrassing."

Marion: I said that?

Paul: Exactly your words. So I tried not to embarrass you any more.

Marion: Then I saw my mother's favorite poem, "Archaic Torso of Apollo." There were stains on the page, which, I believe were her tears. They fell across the last line, "For here there is no place that does not see you. You must change your life."

Marion: Fifty. I didn't think anything turning thirty. Everybody said I would. Then they said I'd be crushed turning forty, but they were wrong. I didn't give it a second's thought. Then they said that I'd be traumatized when I hit fifty, and they were right. I'll tell you the truth, I don't think I've ever recovered my balance since turning fifty.

Hope: Oh, gee, fifty's not so old.

Marion: No, I know it isn't, but... you just suddenly look up and see where you are.

Hope: You're in a good spot, aren't you?

Marion: Well, I thought I was. But then there's chances gone by you can't have back again.

Hope: Like what?

Marion: I don't know. Maybe it would be nice to have a child.

Hope: You really think that?

Marion: I do. I never said it before, but I do.

[first lines]

Marion: [voiceover] If someone had asked me when I reached my fifties to assess my life, I would have said that I had achieved a decent measure of fulfillment, both personally and professionally. Beyond that, I would say I don't choose to delve.

Marion: But you want nothing around to even remind you of mother?

Marion's Father: Well, there are times when even an historian shouldn't look at the past.

Laura: Do you think at your age you can find someone and fall in love again?

Marion's Father: One hopes at my age to build up an immunity.

Marion: I wondered if a memory is something you have or something you've lost.

Marion: Would you ever think of making love to me on the living room floor?

Ken: Do you want me to?

Marion: I don't know. Would you want to?

Ken: I don't know. Actually, I don't think I see you as the hard wood floor type.

Marion: No?

Marion: Don't make something romantic sound infantile...

Ken: Hey, but it's the same level of maturity as sex on the floor.

Marion: Well, we might as well have it on the floor, we certainly don't have it in bed anymore.

Ken: I don't believe we're having this discussion.

Marion: Why have you stopped sleeping with me?

Ken: We are simply going through a less active period, that's all. Its not uncommon.

Marion: Why? I just want to know why?

Ken: Why don't we just go to bed.

Marion: There was a time that we were dying to be together.

Ken: Marion, you're still the most desirable woman that I know.

Marion: But, we won't make love tonight, because, they'll be some excuse. I hadn't realized how much of that had slipped away, until today.

Marion: I feel sorry for you Ken, because, in your way, you've been as lonely as I have.

Ken: Have you been lonely?

Marion: At least I've come to recognize it.

Marion: What do I give him when we take him in front of the judge?

Loomis: Thorazine.

Marion: He'll barely be able to sit up!

Loomis: That's the idea.

Marion: Don't you think it would be better if you referred to "it" as "him"?

Loomis: If you say so.

Marion: Your compassion's overwhelming, Doctor.

Marion: You're serious about this, aren't you?

Loomis: Yes.

Marion: I mean, you really never want him to get out?

Loomis: No, never, ever... never.

Marion: [arriving at Smith's Grove and seeing patients walk the grounds] Since when do they let them just wander around?

Loomis: Ever done anything like this before?

Marion: Only minimum security.

Loomis: I see.

Marion: The only thing I can't stand is their gibberish... how they keep ranting on and on.

Loomis: You haven't anything to worry about. He hasn't spoken a word in fifteen years.

Loomis: Stop here.

Marion: Shouldn't we go on up to the hospital and...

Loomis: Wait!

Sam Loomis: Did you see the blackboard back there in the elementary school?

Marion: Yeah.

Sam Loomis: In order to appease the gods, the Druid priests held fire rituals. Prisoners of war, criminals, the insane, animals... were... burned alive in baskets. By observing the way they died, the Druids believed they could see omens of the future. Two thousand years later, we've come no further. Samhain isn't evil spirits. It isn't goblins, ghosts or witches. It's the unconscious mind. We're all afraid of the dark inside ourselves.

Voice on Radio: Unit calling, identify.

Marion: Marion Chambers with Dr. Loomis at the clinic. He's here!

Voice on Radio: Ah, ten-four. Unit calling, identify suspect.

Marion: Michael Myers! Just get your ass over here!

[Dr. Loomis orders the Marshal around at gun-point]

Sam Loomis: Go and check all the rooms down there! Go on!

Marion: Dr. Loomis!

Sam Loomis: You stay with me and shut up!

Marion: Dr. Loomis, you've been ordered back to Smith's Grove.

Sam Loomis: Ordered? You can't order me.

Marion: No, no, but the Governor can. He spoke to Dr. Rogers personally a few hours ago.

Sam Loomis: The Governor? Well, well...

Marion: Dr. Loomis, this thing is all over the state! The patient escapes once, murders three teenagers; you shoot him with a gun, he escapes again.

Sam Loomis: Someone should've listened to me earlier.

Marion: I know. I'm sorry. Dr. Rogers is just afraid this could jeopardize our whole rehabilitation program. He doesn't want anyone from the health department anywhere near Haddonfield.

Sam Loomis: Why'd he send you down here, then?

Marion: In case you'd already found him... alive.

Sam Loomis: Tell Dr. Rogers... Tell him you couldn't find me, tell him anything! I can't leave Haddonfield now.

Marion: I'm afraid you don't have a choice. There's a marshal waiting for you outside.

Marion: I keep seeing this same lunatic killing people - crazy, like!