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: Don't just stand there, kill something!
: Well, I'll be damned. It's the gentleman guppy. You know, he's like a turd that won't flush.
: If I ever see him again, I'm going to cut open his head and eat his brain.
: Dry land is not just our destination, it is our destiny!
: Look, it's the gentleman guppy.
: He'll see what's left of you in a goddamn jar!
: Wanna cigarette? You're never too young to start.
: Let's have an intelligent conversation here: I'll talk, and you listen.
: If you'll notice the arterial nature of the blood coming from the hole in my head, you can assume that we're all having a real lousy day.
: I've had a vision so great, as it came to me I wept.
: Sir? Your Deaconship? Good day! Or night. Whatever the case may be... Deacon
: What is it? I'm a busy man. Depth Gauge
: I thought you should know. There's exactly nine feet and four inches of THE BLACK STUFF...
[the Deacon spits on the Depth Gauge's head
] Depth Gauge
: Oh, thank you!
[after painting a ball bearing in the Deacon's eye socket to look like a real one
: Well? How's it look?
[the other smokers say, "not bad," "not bad at all", etc
: I-I like it better than your real eye.
[One smoker says, "much better," to general agreement
: What do you say, Toby? The truth. Toby
: Looks like shit. Deacon
: That's why I love children: no guile.
[after looking at his new eye in a mirror
: It does look like shit.
[while holding Helen and the Mariner at gunpoint
: All right, that's it! If you won't tell us where she is, let's just KILL 'EM ALL!
[He fires a gun into the air
: [popping up from her hiding place
] NO! Deacon
: Ha-ha, so gullible!
: I want the girl. Deacon
: You know, I thought you were stupid, friend. But I underestimated you. You are a total freaking retard! Ha-ha-ha... Mariner
: I want the girl. That's all. Deacon
: Well, what on this screwed-up earth of ours makes you think you're gonna get her?
[the Mariner takes a flare from his belt, and holds it over a hole leading down to the Deez's fuel hold
: You know what this is. I drop it, you burn. Doctor
: We all burn... Deacon
: Now-now-now, let's not do anything rash here. I mean, are you sure this kid is worth it? I mean, she never does stop talking, she never shuts up! Mariner
: I noticed. Deacon
: So what is it, then? It's the map. Mariner
: She's my friend. Deacon
: Golly gee, a single tear rolls down my cheek. You're gonna die for your friend. Mariner
: If it comes to that.
[He ignites the flare, and holds it over the hole again
: He's bluffing! I'll kill him. Enola
: He's not bluffing, he never bluffs. Deacon
: SHUT UP!
[to the Mariner
: I-I-I-I-I don't think you're gonna drop that torch, my friend. Mariner
: Why not? Deacon
: Because you're not crazy.
[the Mariner smiles, lifts his hand, and drops the flare down the hole
: You know, I thought you were stupid, friend. But I underestimated you; you're a total freakin' retard!
[after the deck of the Deez clears, one lone figure walks toward the bridge
: Why aren't you rowing?
[the Mariner removes his mask
] It's him. Enola
: It is him! You guys are in so much trouble.
: So which way we rowin'? Deacon
: I don't have a goddamn clue. Don't worry, they'll row for a month before they figure out I'm fakin' it.
: How 'bout a cigarette? Nothing like a good smoke when you miss your mom... Never too young to start...
: Maybe he doesn't answer to Chuck. Call him Charles.