Come, come, Lara. We are all friends here.
Begging your pardon, ma'am, but if you'd like to put them peashooters away.
Now, the second stone if you please, Miss Croft.
Come get it...
Hmmm... It's a little late in the evening for these games.
Larson, search her if you please.
Well, gosh darn if I don't get all the best jobs.
You want to try the back pockets?
Larson! Enough!
My patience is exhausted with this childish nonsense.
The stone, Miss Croft.
If you put this into that gate, Pierre,
you're going to get a lot more than you bargained for,
trust me.
I'll put it in then.
That would be one of the stupidest moves you've made,
and that's saying something I think you'll appreciate.
A nice try as always, Miss Croft...
Wait for it.
Don't say I didn't warn you...
What is it? What have we done?
In your usual flamboyant style,
tou have set in motion the next gate phase.
Next gate phase?
If my memory serves me,
The gate has realigned itself and if it does not receive two stones in the next few moments...
Poof!
If I was you, I'd grab your Cro-Magnon cowboy over there
and run as fast as your little legs can carry you.
Au revoir, mon cher.