- C.W. Crawford: Listen, the navy won't attempt to tell you how to handle it at this point but you know what they'd give for a chance at a good close look at that glowworm.
- Dr. Elizabeth Merrill: Mud Worm.
- C.W. Crawford: Whatever. It's up to you if they get a chance or not. The fact is, it's all up to you.
- Mr. Schubert: You are a brilliant theoretician, Brent. Best that money can buy. But you have no brains.
- C.W. Crawford: [on phone] Mark, they can't wait to get their hands on that... that Mud Snail. Sooner the better.
- Mr. Schubert: [about The Mudworm] Well, it does have a self defence mechanism built into it and I'm afraid I've lost control of it. It's turned renegade. Why don't you just sweep it out of the way for me?
- Mark Harris: Sweep?
- Mr. Schubert: Dispose of it, Mr. Harris, any way you wish. I have no further use for it. But a word of caution: be careful, it's in a terrible mood.
- Mr. Schubert: I don't see how I can lose on this one, Brent. Either I get my cargo back, or I'm permanently rid of Mark Harris and his annoying little group.