
Prince Dastan: We can't stop.
Sheik Amar: Well perhaps you can't, but we can!
Tamina: We could use your help getting to the temple.
Sheik Amar: Oh, by crossing the Hindu Kush with a storm blowing? You attract trouble like flies 'round rotting mango *and* you're insane!
Tamina: There's
gold at the temple. More than ten horses can carry. Tax-free.

Alexander: [standing on the Hindu Kush with Ptolemy] Yes, I have Babylon. But each land, each boundary I cross lets drip away another illusion. I sense, death will be the last. Yet still I push harder and harder to reach this... home.
[looking into the sky]
Alexander: Where has our eagle gone? We must go on, Ptolemy... until we find an end.

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Old Ptolemy: Our world is gone now. Smashed by the wars. Now I am the keeper of his body, embalmed here in the Egyptian ways. I followed him as Pharaoh, and have now ruled 40 years. I am the victor. But what does it all mean when there is not one left to remember - the great cavalry charge at Gaugamela, or the mountains of the Hindu Kush when we crossed a
100,000-man army into India? He was a god, Cadmos. Or as close as anything I've ever seen.