Justin Bartha: Riley Poole
Riley Poole : [seeing several police pulling up to the building] Oh look. My tax dollars at work, coming to arrest me.
US President : Did you get the chance to look at page 47?
Ben Gates : Yes, sir.
US President : And?
Ben Gates : I think I can help you with that, sir.
US President : So it's good?
Ben Gates : Life-altering, sir.
[Ben and the President walk of together]
Riley Poole : Page 47? Wait, are you talking about the book?
US President : Book? What book?
Riley Poole : [to Ben] Do you know what the taxes are on 5 million dollars? 6 million dollars.
Riley Poole : Did no one read my book?
Riley Poole : So let's recap: We've broken into Buckingham Palace, and the Oval Office, stolen a page from the President's super-secret book, and actually kidnapped the President of the United States. What are we gonna do next, short-sheet the Pope's bed?
Ben Gates : Well, you never know.
Abigail Chase : Okay, I've been doing the math here, and...
Ben Gates : I know. One of us is going to have to stay behind.
Riley Poole : I've been doing the math too... just promise you'll come back for me.
[in a high pitched voice]
Riley Poole : Riley! No Riley! We won't leave you behind!
[back to his normal voice]
Riley Poole : No, I'm just kidding. Just go.
Riley Poole : [Riley gets his red Ferrari, now tax free, back] I love this car.
[starts it up and then accidentally backs into something]
Ben Gates : [reading President's Secret Book] Here's the final entry by President Coolidge. "1924 - I found a plank in secret desk compartment. Plank photographed and then destroyed. Borglum commissioned to destroy landmarks in sacred Black Hills mountains."
Abigail Chase : Borglum... Mount Rushmore?
Ben Gates : He carved Mount Rushmore, to erase the map's landmarks, in order to protect the City of Gold.
Riley Poole : [muttering] Mount Rushmore was a cover-up.
Abigail Chase : [scoffs] Ah, come on, Riley. That's, that's urban legends.
Riley Poole : Is it Abigail? Is it?
Abigail Chase : It's just totally...
Riley Poole : Crazy?
Abigail Chase : Yeah!
Riley Poole : Hmmm, 'Cause the last time I checked, we pretty much make our living on "crazy."
Ben Gates : [reading the book] He's got a point.
Riley Poole : Look at it this way - in a hundred years, no one is gonna remember anyone involved in the Lincoln assassination besides Booth.
Ben Gates : That's not true. Do you know the expression "His name is mud?"
Riley Poole : Yes, of course.
Ben Gates : You do? Do you know the origin of the expression?
Riley Poole : Does anyone but you?
Ben Gates : Dr. Samuel Mudd was convicted of being a co-conspirator in the Lincoln assassination. The evidence was circumstantial, he was later pardoned, but it didn't matter. Mudd's name still lives in infamy, and I will not let Thomas Gates' name be mud.
Patrick Gates : [after being told the clues] The resolute desk. *The* resolute desk? The President's desk?
Riley Poole : [nervously] The President? Which President? Our President?
Abigail Chase : [sighing] Unfortunately, yes.
Riley Poole : [still nervous] But that means, so we have to... the White House?
Ben Gates : The Oval Office, to be exact.
Patrick Gates : [beat] Why would I overreact to that?
Ben Gates : [Riley comes walking home] Where's the Ferrari?
Riley Poole : IRS impounded it.
Ben Gates : The IRS?
Riley Poole : Funny story. My accountant set up a corporation on an island that didn't exist and assured me that that's how rich people do it. Then I got audited and slapped with a huge fine plus interest! Wanna know what taxes are on five millions dollars? Six million dollars. But enough about me.
Riley Poole : What's new with you?
Ben Gates : Well, my girlfriend kicked me out, I'm living with my dad and my family killed President Lincoln.
Riley Poole : [smiles sarcastically] Alright!
Ben Gates : I need your help.
Riley Poole : The last time I checked, we make our living off crazy.
Riley Poole : It's a little, golden man.
Riley Poole : [while trying to convince them of a conspiracy theory] Ben, if it were you trying to convince me, you'd have less evidence and I'd already believe you by now.
Riley Poole : Mitch, we gotta be on the other side of that door!
Mitch Wilkinson : Nobody leaves unless I say so! That doors not going to stay open by itself. We both know what has to happen here Ben.
Ben Gates : One of us keeps the door open, and stays behind.
Riley Poole : I vote Mitch!
Mitch Wilkinson : This isn't a democracy.
[Mitch punches Ben and Riley in the face then holds a knife to Abigails' throat]
Ben Gates : Wait! Stop! I'll stay!
Riley Poole : [while disarming the security systems] Now I know I'll probably regret asking this, but what happened with you and Abigail?
Ben Gates : I don't know, you know? I don't know. She started using the word "so" alot.
Riley Poole : So?
Ben Gates : [continues] Yeah, like "so, I guess my opinion doesn't matter", "so, you seem to always know what's best", "SO, I guess I'm invisible" and now I've moved out, and we're dividing the furniture.
Riley Poole : [finishes the deactivation] Women. Can't live with 'em, especially if they change the alarm codes.
Riley Poole : [after narrowly escaping capture at the Library of Congress] That did not turn out the way it was supposed to!
Abigail Chase : How'd they find us so quick?
Riley Poole : I'll tell you how! The president's a tattletale!
Ben Gates : Sadusky, he was there. He knows more about the book than I thought.
Abigail Chase : How did the President feel about being kidnapped?
Ben Gates : He was okay.
Abigail Chase : [encountering Ben on her way up the stairs] Ben.
Ben Gates : Abigail.
Riley Poole : [in a bathroom] Abigail? What's she doing here?
Ben Gates : What are you doing here?
Abigail Chase : You're dad called me. He said your next clue was here.
Riley Poole : She's really there?
Abigail Chase : Look, Ben...
Riley Poole : Drop her. Lose her.
Abigail Chase : I want to help.
Ben Gates : Well, that's very nice, but it's kind off a bad time right now.
Abigail Chase : A bad time, right now?
Ben Gates : It's a bad time.
Abigail Chase : Okay, I-I just flew all the way to London to offer my help, and you don't need it?
Ben Gates : You're the one that's making a scene right now.
Abigail Chase : I- I'm not making a scene right now!
Riley Poole : No, we want to make a scene.
Ben Gates : WELL, THEN FINE! IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT, THEN LET'S HAVE IT OUT RIGHT NOW!
Riley Poole : Ah, so subtle.
Abigail Chase : [barely audible] Ben, what are you...?
Ben Gates : OH, LET ME GUESS! IT'S THE WRONG TIME! IT'S THE WRONG PLACE! I'M WRONG AGAIN!
[stompping down the stairs]
Ben Gates : WRONG ABOUT US! WRONG ABOUT THOMAS GATES! WRONG THAT YOU'D LIKE THE QUEEN ANNE CHAIR!
Abigail Chase : You're wrong to assume I'd like the chair!
Ben Gates : [to a bunch of bystanders on the staircase] You see? You see? Everyone listen to this. This is more interesting than that. She thinks that even when I'm right, I'm wrong, isn't that right? Abigail, just because I answer a question quickly, doesn't make it wrong.
Abigail Chase : Not if the right answer is something we need to figure out as a couple. That's what couples do.
Palace Guard Sholder : [the noise has attracted a security guard] Sir. You and your missus, take it outside.
Ben Gates : Oh, now look what you've done. You've brought the little bobbies down on us. You take the missus outside. I'm staying right here.
[rides down the banister like a kid and is stopped by another guard]
Palace Guard Haggis : Good afternoon, sir.
Ben Gates : [in British accent] 'Ello.
Palace Guard Haggis : [smelling alcohol on Ben] Been drinking, have we?
Ben Gates : Just a nip. Popped down to the pub for a pint. But of all right. Going to arrest a man for that? Going to detain a blighter for enjoying his whiskey?
Palace Guard Haggis : That's enough, sir.
Ben Gates : Bangers and mash. Bubbles and squeak. Smoke eel pipe.
Palace Guard Haggis : Sir.
Ben Gates : HAGGIS!
Palace Guard Haggis : That's it! Dismount the banister!
Ben Gates : [shouting, singing] I've got a bunch of lovely coconuts! Here they, are standing in a row! Small ones, big ones, some as big as your head!
Riley Poole : That was brilliant.
Ben Gates : [underground in the Hall of Records in Mt. Rushmore] Riley, what do you see?
Riley Poole : [balancing on the giant over turned engraved slab, looking down at an open grave] Death and despair! Mostly death. Uh, I mean a little despair, the last few seconds. But then a hard, sudden death.
Abigail Chase : [Mitch is calling Abigail on her cell phone] It's him.
Riley Poole : You have his number on speed dial?
Abigail Chase : Oh, shut...
Ben Gates : [answering Abigail's phone] Mitch, this has got to end before someone gets hurt.
Mitch Wilkinson : Just give me what you got at Buckhingham Palace, it won't be necessary.
Ben Gates : Tell that to my father.
Riley Poole : [while sitting in a Buckingham Palace bathroom, he is hacked into the security cameras and sees the guard that detained Ben and Abigail walking to the cell they escaped from] Uh-oh. Mayday. Mayday. Ben, get out of there.
Riley Poole : [Riley and Ben are standing by Abigail and her date] Awkward!
Riley Poole : [over hearing Ben and Abigail's argument] You guys are so great together.