WrathofGod said:This seems a good a place as any to unload my 100th post. Kasdan was by far the best script writer the trilogy had. He supplied some of my all time favorite lines..."lt's not the years honey it's the mileage".
I agree. But FYI, that's not a Kasdan line... that's a Harrison Ford ad-lib. In fact that entire love scene - as written - is, in addition to being completely different than the scene that was filmed, was what screenwriters refer to as too "on the nose" and talky. Many screenplays, even great ones like "Raiders" tend to be over-written.
This was Spielberg at his prime, back when he actually cared about making an Indy film a real compelling drama (not just simply an escapist adventure) with characters who were dynamic, unpredictable and exciting to watch... and he was willing to work with his actors to make a scene work off the page and was not afraid to throw out dialogue if it didn't work or fell flat.
I wish we had that Spielberg direct Indy IV. Hell, I wish we had Kasdan and a better story idea to begin with. David Koepp, while a competent screenwriter, is no Lawrence Kasdan. Spielberg should have stuck to his guns and refused to make "a flying saucer movie" as he put it. You can see the exasperation on his face in the behind the scenes on KOTCS when he recounts his endless story talks with Lucas. Notice how he buries his face in his hands as he says, "Fine, fine... whatever George."
Anyway, here is the original scene as written:
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121 INT. INDY'S CABIN - NIGHT 121
Indy comes in, takes off his hat, jacket, whip and holster.
The door which connects this cabin to the next opens and
Marion appears. She is carrying a half-full glass of
liquor, but what you notice is the long, snow-white, high-
necked nightgown she is wearing. It is very prim. Very
innocent. And very sexy. Marion does a slightly embarrassed
model's turn for Indy.
MARION
I have a feeling I'm not the first
woman to travel with these pirates.
There's a whole wardrobe in there.
INDY
It's lovely.
Indy sits on the cot, takes off his boots. He leans back
against the wall and rubs his eyes. Marion sits on the
bed, leans back against the wall with him and looks down
at her white nightgown. She chuckles.
MARION
I feel like a virgin bride in this.
INDY
That's what you look like.
MARION
(takes a drink)
There are some things you can recap-
ture in this life, but that isn't
one of them.
INDY
What would you like to recapture?
MARION
(after a long pause)
Nothing. That is the way it is.
He watches her closely as she drains her glass and puts
it down.
INDY
Did I ever say I was sorry I burned
down your tavern?
She turns so their lips are very close.
MARION
No. Then again, I burned up that
plane.
INDY
You saved my life.
MARION
And you saved mine.
INDY
Seems things have worked out kind of
even.
MARION
That's the way I like them.
INDY
Maybe we should consider all past
accounts closed.
Marion thinks about this a long time.
MARION
No. Not yet.
INDY
What else?
She looks into his eyes. A smile jumps from her lips to
his. He kisses her and they sink slowly to the cot.