Deep Rising

Oh, shit. Oh, shit. I'm feelin' a real lack of love here.

Don't say I never gave you nothin'.

— Shit, man. Island, country, continent. If there's women there, well, I'm interested.
— You come to my country, I shoot your ass.

You know what I want to eat? I'll take a couple of nice, greasy pig's feet, some pickled monkey brains and one of them big elephant eyeballs. Raw, so they pop when you bite them. Yummy.

— Use any and all force necessary. The intimidation factor must be high. There's a lot of passengers on this ship.
— Yep, and half of 'em are packin' lipstick. Careful you don't get glossed.

You got a real big mouth on you, you know that?

— What the hell was that, Finnegan?
— I don't know! I didn't get a good look! You got all the parts?
— If I don't, I ain't goin' back to get 'em.

Pantucci! Pantucci! You're not where I think you are, are ya?

— Listen, this radar's still funky. I can feel it, and it's a very bad feeling. You know how many uncharted islands are out here?
— I don't know. Two?
— Very funny.

That's a year off my life.

— At the end of this passageway, there should be an underpass on the port side that'll take us to the upper levels.
— The starboard.
— Port.
— I've got the blueprints to the entire ship right here.
— Who do you think gave you those blueprints?