Adam Nelson: Ensign Monk

The Abyss

Ensign Monk

Ensign Monk: Bud, give me a reading from your liquid oxygen gauge.
Virgil 'Bud' Brigman: [typing] 5 minuts worth
Lindsey Brigman: [whispers, shocked] What?
Alan "Hippy" Carnes: [panicked] It took him *thirty* minutes just to get down there!
Lindsey Brigman: Bud! Do you hear me? You drop your weights and start back now, Bud. The gauge could be wrong! Do you hear me? Just drop your weights and start back now! Your gauge could be wrong!
[crying]
Lindsey Brigman: Your gauge could be wrong, you drop your weights and start back now!
Virgil 'Bud' Brigman: [typing] Going to stay awhile
Lindsey Brigman: No, you won't stay there, do you hear me, you drop your weights! You can breathe *shallow*, do you hear me? Bud, please listen to me, *please*, goddammit, you dragged me back from the bottomless pit, you can't leave me here *alone* now, please...
[sobs]
Lindsey Brigman: Oh god, Virgil, *please*... please...
Virgil 'Bud' Brigman: [typing] Dont cry baby. Knew this was one way ticket, but you know I had to come. Love you wife.

Alan "Hippy" Carnes: What is all this stuff?
Ensign Monk: Fluid breathing system, we just got it. You use it when you go really deep.
Alan "Hippy" Carnes: How deep?
Ensign Monk: Deep.
Alan "Hippy" Carnes: *How* deep?
Ensign Monk: It's classified.

[the Deep Core crew are locked in the kitchen; Coffey is about to nuke the aliens]
Lindsey Brigman: Schoenick, your Lieutenant's about to make a real bad career move!
Alan "Hippy" Carnes: The guy's crazier than a shit-house rat!
Virgil: Schoenick!
Lindsey Brigman: They're trying to make contact! Schoenick, *please*, listen to us!
Ensign Monk: Can't you see he's lost it?
Schoenick: Shut up.
Ensign Monk: The shock wave will kill us.
Schoenick: Quiet!
Ensign Monk: [relentlessly] It'll crush this rig like a beer can.
Schoenick: Shut up man, what're you talkin' about?
Ensign Monk: We've gotta stop him!
Schoenick: Shut up!
Ensign Monk: This is not our mission! We can't detonate without orders!

[Bud is being put into the fluid-breathing suit]
Virgil: So, I can hear you, but I can't talk, right?
Ensign Monk: The fluid prevents the larynx from making sound. Excuse me. It'll feel a little strange.
Virgil: Yeah, no shit.

Ensign Monk: Bud, give me a reading from your liquid oxygen gauge.
Virgil: [typing] 5 minuts worth
Lindsey Brigman: [shocked] What?
Alan "Hippy" Carnes: It took him *thirty* minutes just to get down there!
Lindsey Brigman: Bud! Do you hear me? You drop your weights and start back now, Bud. The gauge could be wrong. Do you hear me? Just drop your weights and start back now. The gauge could be wrong! The gauge could be wrong, you drop your weights and start back now!
Virgil: [typing] Going to stay awhile
Lindsey Brigman: No, you won't stay there, do you hear me, you drop your weights! You can breathe *shallow*, do you hear me? Bud, please listen to me, *please*, goddammit, you dragged me back from the bottomless pit, you can't leave me here *alone* now, please...
[sobs]
Lindsey Brigman: Oh God, Virgil, please... please...
Virgil: [typing] Don't cry baby. Knew this was one way ticket, but you know I had to come. Love you wife.