Virgil: When it comes to the safety of these people, there's me and then there's God, understand? Virgil: God damn it, you bitch. You never backed away from anything in your life. Now fight.
[Slaps Lindsay] Virgil: Fight.
[Slaps Lindsay again] Virgil: Fiiiiight. Lindsey Brigman: [about the Navy SEALS] These guys are about as much fun as a tax audit. Lindsey Brigman: We all see what we want to see. Coffey looks and he sees Russians. He sees hate and fear. You have to look with better eyes than that. Lt. Coffey: We don't need them. We can't trust them. We may have to take steps. We're gonna have to take steps. Virgil: [regarding Lindsay Brigman] God, I hate that bitch. Alan "Hippy" Carnes: Probably shouldn't have married her then, huh? Lindsey Brigman: Explorer, this is Cab 3, starting the descent along the umbilical. Some guy: Roger that, Cab 3. Good luck. Lindsey Brigman: Luck is not a factor. Virgil: Hippy, you think everything is a conspiracy. Alan "Hippy" Carnes: Everything is. Lt. Coffey: It went straight for the warhead, and they think it's cute. Lindsey Brigman: There is something down there. Something not us. Catfish De Vries: You could be more specific. Lindsey Brigman: Not us. Not human, get it? Something non-human but intelligent... A non-terrestrial intelligence. Alan "Hippy" Carnes: A non-terrestrial intelligence? NTIs. Oh man, that's better than UFOs. Oh, but that works too, huh? "Underwater Flying Objects". Virgil: Linds, I want you to stay away from that guy. I mean it. Alan "Hippy" Carnes: The guy is gone. Did you see his hands? Lindsey Brigman: What? He got the shakes? Virgil: Look, he's operating on his own. He's cut off from his chain of command. He's showing signs of pressure-induced psychosis, and he's got a nuclear weapon. So as a personal favor to me, will you try to put your tongue in neutral for a while? Alan "Hippy" Carnes: I got to tell you, I give this whole thing a sphincter-factor of about 9.5. Lindsey Brigman: So raise your hand if you think that was a Russian water-tentacle. Lt. Coffey: Everybody just stay calm. The situation is under control. Alan "Hippy" Carnes: So these guys are SEALS, huh? Catfish De Vries: Eh, those guys ain't so tough. I fought guys plenty tougher'n them. Alan "Hippy" Carnes: So, is this where you tell us how you "coulda been a contender"?
[Lindsay sees the nuclear warhead] Lindsey Brigman: You know, you got some huevos bringin' that thing into my rig. With all that's going on up in the world you bring a nuclear weapon IN HERE? Lt. Coffey: Mrs. Brigman... Lindsey Brigman: Does this strike anyone as particularly psychotic or is it just me? Lt. Coffey: Mrs. Brigman, you don't need to know the details of our operation, it's better if you don't. Lindsey Brigman: You're right, I don't need to know, what I need to know is that THING is off this rig, do you hear me ROGER RAMJET? Alan "Hippy" Carnes: What is all this stuff? Ensign Monk: Fluid breathing system, we just got it. You use it when you go really deep. Alan "Hippy" Carnes: How deep? Ensign Monk: Deep. Alan "Hippy" Carnes: HOW deep? Ensign Monk: That's classified. Lew Finler: Bud, you know your hand is blue? Virgil: Finler, why don't you just shut up and put your gear on? Virgil: When you're hanging on by your fingernails, you can't go waving your arms around. Alan "Hippy" Carnes: You know, we got Russian subs creepin' around here; somethin' goes wrong they can say whatever they want happened. Virgil: Relax, will ya? You're makin' the women nervous. Lindsey Brigman: Cute, Virgil. Virgil: Keep your pantyhose on.
[Typing] Virgil: Love you wife Lindsey Brigman: Bud, how much oxygen you've left? Virgil: "About 5 minutes" Lindsey Brigman: Bud, if you drop all your ballast you can still make it... Virgil: Gonna stay for a while... I knew this was a one-way trip. Lindsey Brigman: It's not easy being a cast-iron bitch. It takes discipline, years of training... A lot of people don't appreciate that. Bendix: Oh no, look who's with them. It's Queen Bitch of the Universe. Lisa "One Night" Standing: This tells us how much radiation we're getting? Alan "Hippy" Carnes: Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. I ain't going in no radiation. No way. Catfish De Vries: Aw Hippy, you pussy. Alan "Hippy" Carnes: Well what good is the money? Six months later, your dick drops off.
[Ensign Monk is demonstrating the breathing fluid on Hippy's rat] Catfish De Vries: Huh. Damn rat's breathing that shit. That is no bullshit, hands down. Goddamnedest thing I ever saw. Lindsey Brigman: Schoenick, your Lieutenant is about to make a very bad career move. Lindsey Brigman: I know how alone you feel... alone in all that cold blackness... but I'm there in the dark with you, Bud you're not alone... You remember that time, you were pretty drunk, you probably don't remember... the power went out at the old apartment, the one on Orange Street... and we were staring at that one little candle, and I said something really dumb like that candle is me, like every one of us is out there alone in the dark in this life... and you lit another candle and put it beside mine and said "that's me"... and we stared at the two candles, and then we... well, if you remember any of it, I'm sure you remember the next part. Bud, there are two candles in the dark. I'm with you. I'll always be with you. Lindsey Brigman: Virgil, you wiener.
[to the aliens floating behind the water-curtain] Virgil: Howdy. Lt. Hiram Coffey: Sniff something? Well did ya, rat boy?
[after Cab 3 has landed in the water] Lindsey Brigman: Touchdown. Crowd goes wild.
[about the rig] Lindsey Brigman: I had over four years invested in this project. Virgil: Yeah, you only had three years invested in me. Lindsey Brigman: Well you have to have priorities.
[after hearing they get three times diver's pay to check out the nuclear sub] Catfish De Vries: Hell, for three times pay, I'd eat up Beany! Jammer Willis: Set me on fire and put me out with horse piss. Alan "Hippy" Carnes: [nervous] I give this whole thing a Sphincter Rating of about nine-point-five!
[showing the nuclear warhead to Bud on video] Alan "Hippy" Carnes: Heeeeeeeeeeeeeere's M.I.R.V.!
[Bud is being put into the fluid-breathing suit] Virgil: So, I can hear you, but I can't talk, right? Ensign Monk: The fluid prevents the larynx from making sound. It'll feel a little strange. Virgil: Yeah, no shit.