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 gear - 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.
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.
Major O'Neill: Hello Johnny.
Supt. John McCleod: Major. Sit down.
Major O'Neill: Thanks. 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, eh?
Supt. John McCleod: Yes I am. Lives at stake.
Major O'Neill: 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.
[tosses back pro-offered cigarettes]
Major O'Neill: Thanks.
Captain Alex Brunel: You have to go back to the bombs.
Lt. Cmdr. Anthony Fallon: Persuade me.
Captain Alex Brunel: Twelve hundred lives.
Lt. Cmdr. Anthony Fallon: Not many lives that... I mean, not in the great scheme of things. Remember what the goldfish said? "There must be a god! I mean, who changes the water?"... Specks in the universe, Captain! Launch your lifeboats.
Mrs. Corrigan: Will you tell me the truth, if I ask you a question?
Corrigan: Personal, business, or just plain silly?
Mrs. Corrigan: Personal.
[Corrigan nods in the affirmative]
Mrs. Corrigan: Have you ever been unfaithful to me?
Corrigan: You know if I chose to lie I could do so with remarkable dexterity? You know that don't you?
[she nods in assent]
Corrigan: Since we met... yes.
[he takes her hand]
Corrigan: Since we have been married, no... and if we are going to die... I rejoice in the fact that we're going to die together.