TV Anchorwoman: Well, we now have a *name* for this crisis. It is, according to the US Geological Survey, a *volcano*! As crazy as it sounds, a volcano, *here*, has been...
[continues on indistinctly]
Amy: Sometimes magma can find one of those fissures and rise up through it.
Roark: What's magma?
Roark: Lava? Right here in L.A?
Amy: It is one of the possibilities.
Roark: We have a history of that here in the downtown area?
Rachel: Paracutin... 1943, a Mexican farmer sees smoke coming out of the middle of his cornfield. A week later there's a volcano a thousand feet high. There's no history of anything until it happens. Then there is.
Roark: We're going to put as many people in front of it as it takes. Listen up, people! Let me tell you what's south of us: no more museums, no more department stores, just homes! People! If we turn and run now, they're going to be defenseless! You don't like my plan? That's good. Give me a another plan, but don't tell me we're backing out!
[after an earthquake-induced fender bender]
Bud McVie: [seeing the cops coming] Oh, we cool now! It's the LAPD!
Scared Driver: [hiding in the church] Hey, Officer! How about giving us a ride back to civilization, please?
Bud McVie: Hey, you gonna come out or what! This is *our* hood!
Terry Jasper: Hey, you want to calm down and tell me what this is about?
Bud McVie: You wanna get outta my face!
Terry Jasper: HEY! If I'm in your face you're gonna KNOW IT! All right, BRO!
Bud McVie: Huh, Right!
Kelly Roark: Please, please. You can't just leave me here.
Roark: Kelly, you can not be here and I have to.
Kelly Roark: Why?
Roark: Because it's my responsibility.
Kelly Roark: Well, so am I. Please I promise I won't get in the way.
Bud McVie: Yo man, my street's on fire you gotta get some trucks down there.
L.A. Fire Chief: What Street?
Bud McVie: What Street? You know the one with the smoke coming out of it, Stanley right over there.
L.A. Fire Chief: We'll get to you as soon as we get this under control.
Bud McVie: But, there won't be any houses left by then man.
L.A. Fire Chief: Look, I'm sorry. We'll get to you as soon...
Bud McVie: [grabbing the fire chief's arm] Yo! I'm talking about people's houses, and you're over here saving museums.
L.A. Fire Chief: You wanna get this guy off me.
Terry Jasper: Hey.
Bud McVie: Oh great. Mark Fuhrman.
Terry Jasper: Gimme your hands.
[grabs Bud's hands and cuffs him]
Bud McVie: Yo! Get your goddamn hands off me man.
Policeman: What's going on?
Terry Jasper: He was harassing a fire fighter.
Bud McVie: Bullshit. I was asking that guy for help.
Policeman: This is stupid. Let him go.
Terry Jasper: I'm taking him in.
Policeman: All right he's all yours.
Bud McVie: Shouldn't you be saving lives?
Terry Jasper: Don't move!
Text on screen: C.I.G.S. Volcano Databank
Text on screen: Name: Mount Wilshire
Text on screen: Location: Los Angeles, California
Text on screen: Status: ACTIVE
[Museum personnel are moving paintings from a threatened museum]
1st. Guard: Man, this Hieronymus Bosch is heavy!
2nd. Guard: That's because he deals with man's inclination towards sin, in defiance of God's will.
1st. Guard: I didn't mean it like that.
2nd. Guard: Oh.
Woman: Mike, you have a call on your private line...
Roark: Oh, that'll be my little girl wanting a tattoo.
Roark: [Roark ordered 200 "K-rails" ]
Roark: to redirect the lava. Trucks arrive with only 82]Where's the rest of 'em?
Truck driver: What "rest of 'em?" This is it!
Lt. Fox: Hey, there only about eighty here!
Truck driver: Eighty-two; everything else is stuck on the 5 and the 10.
Lt. Fox: We're trying to keep the city in one piece, pinhead. Eighty rails ain't gonna do it!
Truck driver: So what are you blaming me for?
Lt. Fox: CONVENIENCE, OK?
Chief Sindelar: Tell him he's not in Kansas anymore.
Emmet: You're not in Kansas anymore Mike.
Roark: St. Louis, I'm not in St. Louis.
Emmet: [into phone] St. Louis, he's not in St. Louis.
Chief Sindelar: I don't give a shit where's he's not! He has a desk now that's where...
Emmet: [to Mike] He doesn't give a shit. You have a desk, that's where you work.
Kelly Roark: Paper beats rock, but scissors beat paper.
Tommy: I'm not paper; I'm lava... what beats lava?
Kelly Roark: My dad... I hope!
Amy: Roark, Roark. There's lava in the red line. This just came through on the radio. The lava had overtaken a subway train in Macarthur park and completely destroyed it.
Roark: Is it still flowing?
Amy: It stopped. But there's more under us. There's has to be something feeding this. We know that the lava broke through here at the tar pits and created this vent, and we know that it broke through at Macarthur park, so that means it is literally traveling underground over a course of at least eight miles.
Roark: Yesterday, you said it would flow straight up.
Amy: I've never tracked lava under a city before. I don't know what it will do with man-made tunnels to travel through.
Roark: I doesn't matter. I have to deal what's in front of me right now. I don't have time to read a filer on geological theory.
Amy: Well, somebody has to.
Roark: I can only fight what I can see.
Amy: Okay, I'm gonna go ahead and check it out.
Dr. Jaye Calder: We have put the kids in the mall. The Hard Rock I think.
Norman Calder: Okay, you've done your duty. Can we go now?
Amy: Are you sure she is there?
Dr. Jaye Calder: Yes. I've left her with some kids.
Dr. Jaye Calder: Norman, hold this.
[hands Norman a pack of interferon]
Norman Calder: [hands a person the interferon] Here take this.
Norman Calder: These people are strangers Jaye! Are you gonna die for them? Jaye, answer me!
Dr. Jaye Calder: I am answering you Norman.
[to other doctors treating a man who is unconscious]
Dr. Jaye Calder: This man is under cardiac arrest. I'm defibrilating!
[uses a defibrilator on the man]
Norman Calder: [turns away] Oh shit! I'm outta here.
Amy: [calling Roark on his phone] How fast can you get to the corner of Wilshire and Western, we have a problem.
Roark: No, no. Not anymore. We have it stopped.
Amy: The volume of ash is too high to think that we're out of danger.
Roark: So, why did it just stop?
Amy: Well, maybe it didn't, maybe it went someplace else.
Roark: So, how do you know it didn't stop?
Amy: I don't. But what I do know is when Mount Saint Helens blew, the force was twenty seven thousand times greater then that of the Hiroshima bomb. Do you think that the vent reached to that amount of energy yet?
Amy: Well, lets just assume that we haven't seen the real bulk of the magma yet. Trust me, get down here.
[hangs up the phone]
Roark: All right Kelly, get your jacket and lets go. I have to go to the office for a while.
Kelly Roark: But, you said that if I visited, you would take the week off.
Roark: I am taking the week off.
Kelly Roark: I'll just wait here.
Roark: I can't leave you here after an earthquake.
Kelly Roark: Dad, I'm 13 years old, I know what to do.
Roark: Okay, what do you do?
Kelly Roark: Get into a doorframe, stick your head between your knees and kiss your ass goodbye.
Roark: [looks at Kelly weird] All right, that's it
[picks up the phone]
Kelly Roark: Who are you calling?
Roark: [on the phone] Hello, Anita.
Kelly Roark: Dad.
Roark: [whispers to Kelly] Shut up.
[to Anita on the phone]
Roark: I need a babysitter.
Roark: [looking at the bodies on the ground at Macarthur park] Steam did that?