[about the Navy SEALS] These guys are about as much fun as a tax audit.
So raise your hand if you think that was a Russian water-tentacle.
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.
It's not easy being a cast-iron bitch. It takes discipline, years of training... A lot of people don't appreciate that.
Schoenick, your Lieutenant is about to make a real bad career move.
I know how alone you feel... alone in all that cold blackness... but I'm there in the dark with you. Oh, Bud you're not alone. You remember that time, you were pretty drunk, you probably don't remember... but 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 just lit up another candle and put it beside mine and said "No, see? That's me. 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, Bud, I promise that.
Virgil, you wiener.
[after Cab 3 has landed in the water] Touchdown, and the crowd goes wild.
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"?
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.
Bud: Hippy, you think everything's a conspiracy.
Hippy: Everything is.
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".
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?!
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?
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 is being put into the fluid-breathing suit]
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.
Lindsey: Bud, how much oxygen you've left?
Bud: [typing] About 5 minutes.
Lindsey: Bud, if you drop all your ballast you can still make it...
Bud: [typing] Gonna stay for a while... I knew this was a one-way trip.