That is: the waymenting of death hath umbelapped me, and the sorrows of hell have environed me. Modernized from an early-14th-century text.

Can I trust you to keep these mothertruckers in line?

When the indictment was read over, and the Jury sworn in, the prisoner pled guilty.

The ophiophobic Indy also has a touchingly neurotic streak (played down in later films), which counterbalances the mounting absurdity of his relentless adventures.