Harvey: Oh, oh, I'm sorry.
Manuel Fidello: What you sorry about?
Harvey: Well, I mean, your father, they didn't find him.
Manuel Fidello: What they need find him for? He all right.
Harvey: Well, but, drowning out in the ocean, all alone at night.
Manuel Fidello: What's the trouble about that? That fine way. The savior, he take my father up to fishermen's heaven - with all his old friends.
Chang: Age is a limit we impose upon ourselves. You know, each time you Westerners celebrate your birthday, you build another fence around your minds.
Allan Quartermain: You know, O'Brien, there's only one kind of man that it's useless to argue with.
Patrick 'Patsy' O'Brien: And that is?
Allan Quartermain: A fool.