Noah: You won't have much time.
Alexander: Do I ever?
Noah: The Red Chinese, you know, will not want you to return the scrolls to the vault. And if they get onto you, they'll kill you.
Alexander: Well, there's an old Chinese recipe. For rabbit stew. First, you catch your rabbit.

Toosdhi: Mr. Alexander Mundy?
Alexander: Ah, yeah.
Toosdhi: I am Toosdhi
Alexander: Well, this is the first time that Mundy's ever going to follow Toosdhi.

Alexander: I don't think I can read this out here. The sun is so bright. Why don't we go to some dark spot, with rum in it?
Toosdhi: I will be your personal guide while you're here, Mr. Mundy.
Alexander: You can call me Al.
Toosdhi: I would like to show you some of the sights.
Alexander: You mean there are more?

Alexander: Well, if you're so concerned, what will you be doing while this is going on?
Noah: Well, I've got no authority here. But I imagine I'll hope a lot.
Alexander: Would you mind hoping in your own room? I'd like to get some sleep, a shower, and a shave.
Noah: All right. But do me a favor. Save the blade. I might need it to cut my throat.