“Ludger Brink: Come here, you phlegm-carapaced slime-faced mucus-brained furry-legged abductor of luminously intelligent but pulchritudinous Earth women! (Low doesn't move) Ludger Brink: Low, you idiot! Why are you standing there? Boston Low: I'm still trying to figure out what you said.”
“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
