Deacon:
Don't just stand there, kill something!

Deacon:
He's like a turd that won't flush!

Deacon:
If I ever see him again, I'm going to cut open his head and eat his brain.

Deacon:
Dry land is not just our destination, it is our destiny!

Mariner:
Because I haven't seen it. And I've sailed further then most men have dreamed.

Deacon:
Look its the gentlemen guppy.

Deacon:
He'll see what's left of you in a goddamn jar!

Enola:
He doesn't have a name so death can't find him!

Deacon:
Wanna cigarette? Your never too young to start.

Mariner:
What are the markings on her back?

Helen:
Some say it's the way to dry land.

Mariner:
Dry land is a myth.

Helen:
No, you said it yourself, that you've seen it.

Mariner:
You're a fool to believe in something you've never seen.

Helen:
But the things on your boat!...

Mariner:
The things on my boat, what?

Helen:
There are things on your boat that no one has ever seen. These shells, the music box and the reflecting glass. Well, if not from dry land, then where? Where?

Mariner:
You wanna see dry land. You really wanna see it? I'll take you there.

Deacon:
Let's have an intelligent conversation here: I'll talk, and you listen.