NATIONAL TREASURE QUOTES

"It's a big bluish-green man...with a strange looking goatee...I'm guessing that's significant...*hugs statues*"

Abigail: Riley, are you crying?
Riley: Look.....stairs!

Abigail: What's it say?
Ben: 2:22
Abigail: We missed it.
Riley: No we didn't. We didn't miss it because--wait, you don't know this? *Ben looks confused* I know something about history that you don't.
Ben: I'd be very excited to learn about it, Riley.
Riley: Hold on, lemme just, lemme just *breathes deep* take a second to *looks around* take in this moment. This is...this is cool. Is this how you feel all the time? Cuz' you know, except for now, of course--
Abigail: Riley!
Riley: Alright! What I know, is that daylight savings time wasn't established until World War 1. So that means if it's 3 PM now, in 1776, it would be 2 PM.
Ben: Riley, you're a genius.
Riley: Yah. Do you actually know who the first person to suggest daylight savings was?
Both Ben and Abigail: Ben Franklin.
*Riley does little angry step thingy*

Riley: Now, Ben, pay attention. I brought you to the Library of Congress. Why? Because it's the biggest library in the world. Over 20 million books, and they're all saying the exact same thing. Listen to Riley. What we have here, my friend, is an entire layout of the archives. We've got builder's blue prints, construction orders, phone lines, water and sewage. It's all here. Now, when the declaration is on display, it is surrounded by guards, video moniters, and little families from Iowa, and little kids on their 8th grade field trip. And beneath an inch of bullet proof glass is an army of sensors and heat monitors that will go off if someone gets too near with a high fever. Now, when it's not on display, it is lowered into a 4 foot thick, concrete, steel plated vault. That happens to be equipped with an electronic combination lock and biometric access and denial systems.
Ben: You know, Thomas Edison tried and failed nearly 2000 times to develop the carbonized cotton filament for the incandescent lightbulb.
Riley: Edison?
Ben: And when asked about it he said, "I didn't fail. I found out 2000 ways how not to make a light bulb," but he only needed to find one way to make it work. The preservation room. Enjoy. Go ahead. Do you know what the preservation room is for?
Riley: Delicious jams and jellies?

"Your dad has a sweet ride................I'd love to go shopping too, but we have no money.................When are going to get there? I'm hungry. This car smells weird."

"I would have dropped you both. Freaks."

"Albuquerque. See? I can do it too! Snorkel!"

"Our evil plan is working."

"Don't go by me. I broke a shoelace this morning. It's a bad omen!"

"Ben, for gods-sakes, it's like steal a national monument, it's like..stealing him!" It can't be done! Not that it shouldn't be done, it can't be done!"

Shippen: How did a bunch of guys with hand tools build all this?
Ben: The same way they built the pyramids....and the Great Wall of China.
Riley: Yah...the aliens helped them.

Ben: We don't need someone crazy. We are one step short of crazy and what do you get?
Riley: *laughs* Obsessed.
Ben: Passionate.

"We probably have our own satellite by now."

Shippen: Look, this is a waste of time. How could a ship wind up way out here?
Riley: Well, I'm no expert, but it could be that the hydrothermal properties of this region produce hurricane force ice storms that cause the ocean to freeze, then melt, then refreeze, resulting in a semi-solid migrating land mass that would land a ship right about here.

Ben: Riley, can you hear me?
Riley: Unfortunately, yes.

Riley: How do you look?
Ben: Not bad.
Riley: Mozeltov.


"Is that that hot girl? How does she look?"
"Come on, Romeo. Get out of there."
"Who's the stiff?"

Ben: *to Abigail* Are you alright?
Riley: Still a little on edge from being shot at, but I'll be ok. Thanks for asking.

"Why can't they just say go to this place, here's the treasure, spend it wisely?"

"Who wants to go down the creepy tunnel inside the tomb first?"

Riley: Enjoy your spoils while I sit on one percent. One stinkin' percent. Half of one percent, actually. One percent.
Ben: I'm sorry for your suffering, Riley.
Riley: For the record, Ben, I like the house.
Ben: You know, I chose this estate because in 1812, Charles Carrol--
Riley: Yah, yah. Did something in history and had fun. Yeah, that's great. Could have had a bigger house. *drives off*