Laura Dyson:
What was that about the soul travelling that you were mumbling when we were sitting in the dark?

Rick Postley:
Nothing.

Laura Dyson:
And you did it when we first went under water.

Rick Postley:
Forget it.

Laura Dyson:
Do you quote any poet, or just Walt Whitman when you're nervous?

Rick Postley:
Just Whitman. Okay?

Harry Rheinhartdt:
Look, look at that, look at that, look at the size of that keel, the ice, see it? Must be a hundred feet.

Rick Postley:
And, it's shaped like your nose.

Harry Rheinhartdt:
And it's twice as big. I'm naming it the Rheinhartdt Keel.

Laura Dyson:
You're naming your nose the Rheinhartdt Keel?

Harry Rheinhartdt:
No-no-no-no-no, my nose is called Jarrold.

Commander Kirsch:
While we transport Dr. Rheinhartdt and Mr. Postley to their designated research area, we'll try to accomodate your whale-watching.

Laura Dyson:
Actually, it's a little bit more complicated than whale-watching.

Commander Kirsch:
Well, I'm sure you wouldn't be here unless you called it "Cetalogical Recognition Factors in Subaqueous Environments."

Rick Postley:
So then, what is your position on the current role of the military, Captain?

Commander Kirsch:
I was first in my class at Annapolis. I don't want to get into a discussion of strategic theory with a civilian wearing an earring.

Harry Rheinhartdt:
What is that? It smells like peaches.

Rick Postley:
Well I don't know anything that's good for you that smells like peaches that isn't peaches.