Kurtz: For the last time Jones; your father died of natural causes no matter how much you think that james bond guy looks like him.
Indy: I’m just saying; we both drank from the friggin holy grail.
Ling: (clearing throat) from what records you’ve provided about that event. One would need to continually
Drink from the grail to live forever, and perhaps one would need to gorge themselves upon rit.
Runderrand?
Indy: (shrugs) she has her moments.
Kurtz: What is she anyways? Single non single?
Indy: she’s my best friends little girl. Lets leave it that regarding her availability ok.
Kier: UH GUYS!
Indy: Keep your shirt on old indy’s got the shakes real bad.
Indy: ok what the hell is that thing?
Kier: It is hell.
Kurtz: Yeah and hell just ate ling!
Kurtz: eat lead !
Indy: this sure as hell won’t be very funny to short round.
Kier: Yeah Kurtz put the best outta it. He’ll just be hungry again in an half hour.
The Shaman: Don’t you be troubled by my pretties or your ladies. Illusions don’t get stomach cramps nor do they kill young honeys. But insanity can sure delude he.
Indy: Where’s ling buddy?
The Shaman: Your buddy I am not Jones. Just the opposite really. But we’ve had this discussion tons o’times ain’t we?
Kurtz: I thought we where pals Indy, those Martians we beat should meant something to ya.
The Shaman: Doc Jones here has been one o my lil puppets for quite sometime Kurtz. If anything all I wanted was your heart of darkness for something my pals in Vietnam are planning.
to be continued?
