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Lt. Cmdr. Anthony Fallon:
May you inherit the earth.
Charlie Braddock:
Yeah, six feet of it, I think.
Barbara Banister:
Do you think the water will be very cold?
Social Director Curtain:
In my professional opinion: not hot. And it will ruin your hair.
Barbara Banister:
In your professional capacity, shouldn't you be cheering us up?
Social Director Curtain:
Well, there are no icebergs.
Barbara Banister:
[looks at Captain Brunel] Correction.
Lt. Cmdr. Anthony Fallon:
Fallon is the champion!
Corrigan:
Would you mind telling me why we're traveling in circles?
3rd Officer Jim Hardy:
In circles, sir?
Corrigan:
Yeah. A little while ago the waves were coming from the front of the ship, now they're coming from the side.
3rd Officer Jim Hardy:
Well, it's that kind of sea, sir. North Atlantic, you know.
Corrigan:
A half hour ago the sun was on the port side, now it's on the starboard - is it that kind of sun?
3rd Officer Jim Hardy:
They must be checking the steering gauge - just routine.
Corrigan:
Uh-huh. And about that explosion this morning?
3rd Officer Jim Hardy:
Just blowing Number 2 Boiler, sir.
Corrigan:
Buddy, I am by profession a politician: the mayor of a rather large city, as a matter of fact.
3rd Officer Jim Hardy:
Yes, sir?
Corrigan:
In my line of work you have to learn how to lie with remarkable precision. You also have to know how to recognize a lie when it bites you in the ass... and I have just been bitten.
3rd Officer Jim Hardy:
I'll, uh, convey your complaint to the captain, sir.
[Fallon and Braddock are trying to disable two of the bombs. Braddock's hand slips while turning a screw]
Charlie Braddock:
I don't even know the man and he's trying to kill me.
Lt. Cmdr. Anthony Fallon:
Haven't I told you about death? It's nature's way of saying you're in the wrong job.
Major O'Neill:
Hello Johnny.
Supt. John McCleod:
Major.
Major O'Neill:
Well now, who's been blowing up what?
Supt. John McCleod:
What makes you think anyone has?
Major O'Neill:
Well now, it can't be friendship eh? Or you wouldn't be dragging me away from my bedtime cocoa like this would you?
Supt. John McCleod:
Right. I want to know who's active on the scene.
Major O'Neill:
Ah yes. Well now, I'm not a grass, I don't point fingers. You must be pretty desperate.
Supt. John McCleod:
Yes I am. Lives at stake.
Major O'Neill:
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Ah yes. Let's see, I've done three years, seven to go, seven to go with a little luck and a decent home secretary. I don't care Johnny, I really don't care who gets blown up. I might know a few things, might tell you lies, tantalize you a bit. But I really don't care that much. It's all up here. In my head. And that's where it's staying
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