The Deep (1977)
David Sanders: I'm goin' down there, and you're gonna have to blow me up too!
Romer Treece: As you please, boy.
Gail Berke: Do you think this is it?
Romer Treece: Well, it isn't a bloody tourist trap! What do you want?
David Sanders: Mr. Treece?
Romer Treece: Indeed.
David Sanders: Ah. Well, Mr. Treece, a friend of ours was doing some diving around here about a month ago, and he found a Spanish coin, that was dated 1714, and he told us to talk to you.
Romer Treece: Look it up in the Hamilton Library.
David Sanders: Yeah, we did, we looked it up in the library and we talked to the librarian, and she said for us to come out here and talk to you 'cause you'd help us.
Romer Treece: Yes, well she's a stupid woman! But she's kind you know, quite kind. She still growing a moustache?
Romer Treece: Hey, boy, this is "Goliath" trash! What the bastard hell were you doing diving down there?
Adam Coffin: Kevin sure gives me the willies. He doesn't say much.
Romer Treece: Maybe he don't like you, Adam! He likes me!
Gail Berke: I almost drowned.
David Sanders: *I* almost drowned!
Gail Berke: You know, we might as well be married for all the concern I get around here.
Romer Treece: Is this one your legendary ampoules?
Adam Coffin: This is the real thing, alright. The old girl's finally lost her virginity.
Gail Berke: Mr. Treece, which one of us turns this thing over to the government?
Romer Treece: Well, now, Miss - I'm going to have to think on that. You see, I was never one much to bother with formalities.
David Sanders: Morophine's not exactly a formality. That's half-way to heroin.
Romer Treece: Half-way to hell. I know all about that.
Gail Berke: You haven't answered my question, Mr. Treece.
David Sanders: I'll answer the question, babe. I'm turning this over to the government.
Romer Treece: I'm all the government you need, boy!
David Sanders: Well, look! I feel things, so I do 'em. That's just the way I am!
Gail Berke: Look, I didn't come here for you. I came here for us! So, would you *please* think about it.
David Sanders: I always think about us.
Romer Treece: I'm sorry you had such a long walk, Adam; because, you're not going tonight.
Adam Coffin: The hell I'm not! That's my ship out there. Those are my mates.
Romer Treece: Your ship's dead. So are your mates. So were you too when I found you washed up on the beach. And there's never a bringin' any of us back again, is there? You just go on home now. Good night!
Romer Treece: Full moon tonight. We're going to stick out like a cherry on a cream pie.
Romer Treece: Would you like some of that rum?
David Sanders: Yeah.
[pours a glass for himself and for Treece]
David Sanders: Here you go.
Romer Treece: No, thanks. I never drink before I dive.
Romer Treece: You know what they say about these waters: if the Jamaican pirates don't get you, it'll be the cold embrace of the sea. And that's no lover's kiss.
Romer Treece: You know every ship from the new world passed through these waters, they had to. Kangxi porcelain from China. Japanese silk screens. Those ivory do-dads from India. And all that Inca gold that Pizarro took out of Peru. Do you believe all that, boy?
David Sanders: Yeah, I believe all of it. Every bit of it. So do you.
Romer Treece: The ocean's not a jewelry store. You don't get no receipts! You've got to prove that that's authentic!
Gail Berke: The Duchess of Parma was her title. Elisabeth Farnese was her real name.
Romer Treece: Come on girl. Get on with it.
Gail Berke: Well, it seems that in 1714, when King Philip's first wife had just died, he developed a royal lust for the beautiful Duchess of Parma. Well, she finally agreed to marry him, by proxy; but, he wasn't there yet. Because Elizabeth wasn't the kind of woman to give away something for nothing - like her virginity. And before he could touch that, she insisted that he deck her up with a set of jewels. Quote, unique in all the world, unquote. Now, Philip commissioned those jewels to be made.
David Sanders: Beautiful. Just beautiful!
Gail Berke: Yes, she's a pretty smart lady. You know, I've known him for three years and all he's ever given me is a sweater and a pair of sneakers.
[David looks embarrassed]
Romer Treece: Well, he isn't the King of Spain, is he, girl?