On a quest to find out what happened to his missing brother, a scientist, his nephew and their mountain guide discover a fantastic and dangerous lost world in the center of the earth.

Trevor: [as they are climbing] Hey, look at all the schist.
Sean: What?
Trevor: It's a metamorphic rock. Green schist, white schist, mica-garnet schist...
Sean: Oh. Schist.
Sean: Oh, we're in deep schist.
[from trailer]
Sean: [running from a dinosaur] Haven't you ever seen a dinosaur before?
Trevor: Not with skin on it!
Trevor: What are you doing?
Sean: I am Googling at 30 thousand feet.
Trevor: Are you supposed to be doing that?
Sean: Welcome to the 21st century.
[recognizing Mt. Vesuvius behind them]
Trevor: If your mother asks you where you went this weekend, tell her your uncle took you to Italy.
Trevor: We're still falling!
[Sean and Trevor have fallen behind Hannah, tired of climbing]
Sean: I call dibs on the mountain guide.
Trevor: What? You're thirteen; you can't call dibs.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Are we to be abducted every day in Iceland?
Hannah Ásgeirsson: No one gets dibs on the mountain guide.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: We'll observe one minute of silence in memory of a great scientist, even if he was a blasted thief.
Carla Goetabaug: Whom did you intend to take along besides this young man?
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: The big Icelander.
Carla Goetabaug: Then I'll be very useful. He doesn't understand a word of English.
Carla Goetabaug: Someone is walking up there. I heard footsteps, human footsteps.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Madam, since the beginning of time, all women have heard footsteps "up there."
Trevor: [sees Sean playing a PSP] What is that? A... Gameboy?
Sean: PSP.
Hannah Ásgeirsson: [all climbing down] Just make conversation with me Sean.
Sean: So, uh, Hannah. Do you come here often?
Trevor: [laughs] That can't be the best you can do!
Sean: [yells] Hey! I'm trying to make converstation!
Hannah Ásgeirsson: It's OK. No Sean, I don't come here often.
[laughs]
Carla Goetabaug: Poor Sir Oliver, stuck with a woman. If only you could see your face.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: That's my consolation, madam, I don't have to look at it. You do.
Trevor: [holds up Max's yo-yo] This was your old man's PSP.
Count Saknussem: I don't sleep. I hate those little slices of death.
Sean: Rubies...
Hannah Ásgeirsson: Emeralds...
Trevor: Feldspar!
Hans Belker: [in Icelandic] There is a tunnel on this side.
Carla Goetabaug: He says there's a tunnel on the other side.
Hans Belker: [in Icelandic] And they slant downhill, and we can walk them.
Carla Goetabaug: Slanting downhill, but walkable.
Dean: Oliver, you're seriously ill.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: I am seriously well!
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: You won't find anything edible in there.
Alec McKuen: Why not? The Chinese eat eggs over 400 years old.
Carla Goetabaug: Sir Oliver, you're not going to listen to a murderer?
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Never interrupt a murderer, madam.
Count Saknussemm: I resent that bourgeois classification. I'll spare your lives. You have my word of honor.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Give me your hand on that.
[Sir Oliver throws salt into Count Saknussemm's eyes]
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: A bourgeois trick. So sorry.
[from trailer]
Trevor: [in complete awe] Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the center of the Earth.
Trevor: Where are we?
Sean: [Reading from the map] Have we passed... Hvamsvik?
Trevor: Havamsvich? I don't know.
Sean: Have we passed... Engarsstadir?
Trevor: No.
Sean: Reynivir?
Trevor: I don't know.
Sean: Hasvik?
Trevor: No!
Sean: Glaundarhol?
Trevor: No!
Sean: Stiflastadir?
Trevor: Stiflardstarter?
Sean: How about Köldukadarskijökull?
Trevor: What?
Hannah Ásgeirsson: That's two you owe me now.
Trevor: Who's counting?
Hannah Ásgeirsson: I am.
Sean: [Sean came] That was... awesome!
Alec McKuen: [after discovering Professor Göteborg dead in his hotel room] Why didn't they tell us at the desk?
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Hotels rarely advertise the fact that there are corpses lying around.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Come here, take a look.
[Alec cowers when he sees how high on the mountain they are]
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Did you expect a flight of stairs with a red carpet?
Alec McKuen: I... I neglected to tell you, sir, I... I have a nervous fear of heights.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Well, you'll get over that after the first million fathoms or so.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: We're scientists, aren't we? That's one society where frayed cuffs don't matter. We've ALL had 'em.
Laird of Glendarick: Sir Oliver, in the name of the whole student body, in gratitude for the knowledge you have imparted to us...
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: That's enough obituary prose. An inkwell I presume. A very handsome thing. Hellish to dust.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Your entire presence is a constant criticism of me. I'm tired of it, I've had enough!
Carla Goetabaug: You've had enough! Well, let me tell you, you... you dried up walnut of a man, if anyone's had enough, it's me!
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: It's *I*.
Carla Goetabaug: You know, it's one thing to spend ones days and nights with a man under the earth, another under one roof in Scotland.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Well, ehh... what do you propose?
Carla Goetabaug: Oh, that's not a word I'd bandy about, Professor.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: What did I say? Which word?
Carla Goetabaug: I THOUGHT it would catch in your throat.
Hans Belker: [in Icelandic] Excuse me, madam, can you tell me, where do we go now, what do we do now?
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: [after finding crumbling loaves of ancient bread] Stale bread. We must speak to the baker.
Hans Belker: [in Icelandic] He is guilty.
Alec McKuen: After all, we... we did hit the center of the earth.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: It hit us, laddie.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Young man with the gold tooth, I'll give you more gold if you guide us to Reykjavik.
Hans Belker: [in Icelandic] Ahh, yes, yes, yes, Reykjavik.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: You... take us... to Reykjavik.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Tired minds don't plan well. Sleep first, plan later.
Count Saknussemm: To save what we can, I insist that we leave these regions at once.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: You insist? As a matter of fact, he's bloody well right. Let's be off.
Hans Belker: [in Icelandic] The woman in room number 29, she said she wants to talk to you.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Tell him to stop jabbering and go shopping.
Alec McKuen: Uhh, what about lamps?
Hans Belker: [in Icelandic] The woman in room number 29, she said...
Alec McKuen: Ah, uh, lamps... lamps. What about... ah... picks?
Hans Belker: [in Icelandic] Madam, the tunnel lies straight upwards, but there is a big rock in the way and sadly we can't move it. Only a landslide could move it.
Sean: [seeing a deserted field in the center of the Earth] Dang, I wish I read that book.
Woman: Did you get your injuries when the volcano blew up, in the hot lava?
Alec McKuen: Oh no. No, it happened in Edinburgh at our wedding.
Jenny: He was in such a hurry leaving the church, he fell all the way down the steps.
Woman: Oh! You poor wee bride. After all that waiting. It's been no marriage for you at all.
Jenny: You underestimate Alec.
Hans Belker: [in Icelandic, to his duck] My Gotrun, have you been lonely?
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Thank you, Scartaris!
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Where are you eating tonight?
Alec McKuen: U-uh... this being Tuesday, I-I'm not eating.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Oh?
Alec McKuen: I-I find it very healthy to... to eat only every other night.
Carla Goetabaug: There's no need to lose that patient voice with me, Professor.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Would you rather I use an impatient voice?
Carla Goetabaug: Professor Linderbrook, I am a member of this expedition, and as such I intend to report any observation I make.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Alec, put it down in the record that a member of the expedition reports... rats in the attic. Lights out!
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: This I know: the spirit of Man can not be stopped.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: A field of force that snatches gold away! This is it, this is it! The junction of magnetic forces from the North Pole to the South Pole - the center of the earth!
Count Saknussemm: Listen, young foreigner, I don't have to steal what belongs to me. You're in my world now.
Alec McKuen: There'll never be a better moment than today. I'm going to tell him about our feelings for each other. He'll say yes almost inadvertently.
Jenny: Well, what if he says no, advertently?
Alec McKuen: I wonder if Madam Goetabaug will change her mind at the last moment.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: You make my mouth water.
Alec McKuen: Hans is tying the rope on her.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: I'm a fool. I should have told him to tie her to one of the mules and send her back where she belongs.
Alec McKuen: In what language would you have told him that, Sir Oliver?
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: All right, she may be of some use in that respect. Then there's always the blessed chance the rope may break.
Carla Goetabaug: [in Icelandic] Hans, let him go.
Hans Belker: [in Icelandic] O, madam, will you all come down here where the boy fell. It is so wonderfully beautiful down there.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: What's happened now? What's he saying?
Carla Goetabaug: He said we should go back to where Alec fell.
Geology Class: [singing] Here's to the prof of geology. Master of all nat'ral history. Rare boy he, and rare boys we, To know such a big curiosity.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: A dimetrodon!
Count Saknussemm: If I had my gun, we'd have fresh meat for dinner.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: That's what he's saying. He's a flesh eater.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Do you realize we know less about the earth we live on than about the stars and the galaxies of outer space? The greatest mystery is right here, right under our feet!
[in front of a church in Edinburgh after a service]
Dean: Miss Jenny! I saw you turn pale when the Domini spoke of those in peril at the far ends of the earth.
Jenny: Far ends of the earth - at least that would be somewhere.

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