Dodge: What do you think about our boat, Pascal?
Pascal: I feel I need a tetnus shot just from looking at it. The only thing holding her together, are the bird droppings, Sir.

Nitro: Uh, Nitro, hi.
Buchman: Interesting nickname. What's your real name?
Nitro: Nitro. I'm working on a nickname, though.
Buchman: Oh yeah?
Nitro: Yeah. Um, listen to this...Mike.

Dodge: That boy's absorbed a lot of voltage.

Nitro: Whoa! Did we hit an iceberg?
Sonar: Off the coast of Virginia?

Nitro: I'd better go see if any of the other rooms are still tilted!

Sonar: Sir, it's the Orlando! Somebody just dropped 45 cents!
Dodge: You're sure?
Sonar: Oh yeah! A quarter and two dimes!

Buchman: Nitro, is that one of my chickens?
Nitro: Uh, no, it's a, uh, parrott, uh, from the Caribbean.
Buchman: Don't let it fly away, that's supper!

Dodge: It's the crew from hell.

Stapano: I'm a dedicated pain in the butt, sir.

Dodge: I love this job. Now who's our next contestant?

Pascal: Prepare for dive!
Nitro: Ah...does he mean under water?

General Winslow: Oh my God, I'll no longer out rank you.

Jackson: Somebody got to sow his ass shut.