“Ten to one it's the power source for this place. All I need to do now is to find the light switch. Or the plug. Or the fuse box. Or whatever makes this thing work. (shouting) An instruction manual mig...”

The Dig

“(picks up cylindrical artifact) What are these things: wands, batons, bludgeons? With my luck it's a hand grenade.”

The Dig

“(enters the tram area) So much for the cafeteria idea.”

The Dig

“(after riding the tram) Now I know what my pet hamster felt like.”

The Dig

“I'm beginning to take this personally. Nobody wants to stay with me. Maybe it's my deodorant. I think it failed somewhere back there on Attila.”

The Dig