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.
Virgil: When it comes to the safety of these people, there's me and then there's God, understand?
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.
Lindsey Brigman: Explorer, this is Cab Three, starting our 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.
Virgil: Keep your pantyhose on.
[the Deep Core crew are locked in the kitchen; Coffey is about to nuke the aliens] Lindsey Brigman: Schoenick, your Lieutenant's about to make a real bad career move! Alan "Hippy" Carnes: The guy's crazier than a shit-house rat! Virgil: Schoenick! Li...
Lt. Coffey: It went straight for the warhead, and they think it's cute.
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: It's classified.
Ensign Monk: Bud, give me a reading from your liquid oxygen gauge. Virgil: [typing] 5 minuts worth Lindsey Brigman: [whispers, shocked] What? Alan "Hippy" Carnes: [panicked] It took him *thirty* minutes just to get down there! Lindsey Brigman: Bud! D...
Lindsey Brigman: It's not easy being a cast-iron bitch. It takes discipline, and years of training... A lot of people don't appreciate that.
Bendix: Oh no, look who's with them. Queen Bitch of the Universe.
[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. The Goddamnedest thing I ever saw.
Lindsey Brigman: Virgil, you wiener.
[to the aliens floating behind the water-curtain] Virgil: Howdy. Uh... How are you guys doin'?
[passing over the wreck of the Montana] Lindsey Brigman: Coffey, these are the missile hatches, is that right? Lt. Hiram Coffey: That's right. It looks like a couple of hatches have sprung. Radiation's nominal. Warheads must still be intact. Lindsey ...
[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. Excuse me. It'll feel a little strange. Virgil: Yeah, no shit.
