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USS Montana Captain: 60 knots, no wave lines; the Reds don't have anything that fast. Bendix: Oh no, look who's with them. It's Queen Bitch of the Universe.

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Leland McBride: Well, it's official, sports fans. They're calling it Hurricane Fredrick, and it's going to make our lives real interesting in a few hours. Bud: Fred, huh? I don't know, man, I think hurricanes should be named after women, don't you?

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Lindsey: I had over four years invested in this project. Bud: Yeah, you only had three years invested in me. Lindsey: Well you have to have priorities.

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Bud: God, I hate that bitch. Hippy: Probably shouldn't've married her, then, huh?

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Lindsey: Explorer, this is Cab 3, starting the descent along the umbilical. Finler: Roger that, Cab 3. Good luck. Lindsey: Luck is not a factor.

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Finler: Bud, you know your hand is blue? Bud: Finler, why don't you just shut up [and] put your gear on?

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Catfish: Hell, for triple time, I'd eat up Beany! Jammer Willis: Set me on fire and put me out with horse piss.

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Hippy: What is all this stuff? Monk: Fluid breathing system. We just got them. You use it when you go really deep. Hippy: How deep? Monk: Deep. Hippy: How deep? Monk: It's classified.

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Hippy: So these guys are SEALs, huh? Catfish: Eh, those guys ain't so tough. I fought guys plenty tougher'n them. Hippy: So, is this where you tell us how you "coulda been a contender"?

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Hippy: You know, we got Russian subs creepin' around here; somethin' goes wrong they can say whatever they want happened. Bud: Relax, will ya? You're makin' the women nervous. Lindsey: Cute, Virgil.

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Bud: Hippy, you think everything's a conspiracy. Hippy: Everything is. Bud: This ain't no drill, slick. Make me proud. Lisa "One Night" Standing: Piece o' cake, baby. Lindsey: There is something down there. Something not us. Catfish: You could be more... specific. Bud: Something that zigs— Lindsey: Not us! Not human. Get it? Something non-human, but intelligent. [long pause] A non-terrestrial intelligence. Hippy: A non-terrestrial intelligence! NTIs. Oh man, that's better than UFOs! Oh, but that works too, huh? "Underwater Flying Objects".

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Lindsey: 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?! Coffey: Mrs. Brigman... Lindsey: Does this strike anyone as particularly psychotic, or is it just me? Coffey: Mrs. Brigman, you don't need to know the details of our operation. It's better if you don't. Lindsey: 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?!

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Lisa "One Night" Standing: This tells us how much radiation we're getting? Hippy: Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. I ain't going near no radiation. No way. Catfish: Aw, Hippy, you pussy. Hippy: Well what good's the money [if] six months later your dick drops off?

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Bud: Linds, I want you to stay away from that guy. I mean it. Hippy: The guy is gone. Did you see his hands? Lindsey: What? He's got the shakes? Bud: 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? Bud: 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. Bud: Yeah, no shit.

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Lindsey: Bud, how much oxygen you've left? Bud: [typing] ABOUT 5 MINS WORTH Lindsey: Bud, if you drop all your ballast you can still make it... Bud: [typing]: GONNA STAY FOR A WHILE

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Lindsey: Hi, Brigman Bud: Hi, Mrs. Brigman.

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Linsey: Oh, God. ( sobbing ) This is maybe not such a good idea.<br />Oh, my God! Bud! No! I can't, Bud! Oh, Bud, I'm scared! Bud: No! Deep Core: Yeah. We got you, Bud. We're here. Men: Got it. Over. Bud: Meet me at the moon pool, and make it fast! Men: Now! Come on! Let's go. Hippy, get the hot packs. Hippy: Got it.