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: [over the P.A. system
] Attention. Tonight's supper will be baked beans. Musical program to follow. Who wrote this?
: [over the P.A. system
] To whoever took the "L" from the "Motor Pool" sign, ha-ha, we are all very amused.
: We're all gonna die.
: Someone needs to talk to that girl. Mole
: I will go! Vinny
: Someone with good people skills. Mole
: I will do it! Dr. Sweet
: Someone who won't scare her away. Mole
: I volunteer! Wilhelmina
: Someone who can speak the language. Mole
: For the good of the mission, I will go! Commander Rourke
: [to Milo, who is not paying attention
] Good man, Thatch. Thanks for volunteering.
: Hey, Milo. Don't you ever close that book? Dr. Sweet
: Yeah, you must've read it a dozen times by now Milo
: I know, but this... this doesn't make any sense. See, in this passage here, the shepherd seems to be leading up to something. He calls it the Heart of Atlantis. It could be the power source the legends refer to. But then it just... it cuts off. It's almost like there's a missing page. Vinny
: Kid, relax. We don't get paid overtime. Milo
: I know, I know. Sometimes I get a little carried away. But, hey, you know, that's what this is all about, right? I mean, discovery, teamwork, adventure. Unless, maybe, you're just in it for the money. Audrey
: Money. Wilhelmina
: Money. Dr. Sweet
: Money. Mole
: Money. Vinny
: I'm gonna say... money. Milo
: Well, I guess I set myself up for that one.
: How 'bout some slides? Th-the first slide is a depiction of a creature, a creature so frightening that sailors were said to be driven mad by the mere sight of it.
[Slide shows Milo at the beach; all laugh
: Hubba, hubba. Milo
: Uh, sorry, that's... wrong.
: Forget your jammies, Mrs. Packard? Wilhelmina
: I sleep in the nude.
[Sweet throws a sleep mask to Milo
] Dr. Sweet
: You're gonna want a pair of these. She sleepwalks.
: The magma has solidified in the bowels of the volcano, effectively blocking the exit. Wilhelmina
: I got the same problem with sauerkraut.
[about the sound of the Leviathan
] Commander Rourke
: What is it? A pod of whales? Wilhelmina
: Uh-uh. Bigger. Helga
: It sounds metallic. Could be an echo off one of the rocks. Wilhelmina
: Do you wanna do my job? Be my guest.
: Thank God I lost my sense of taste years ago.