Dodge: You want to build a raft?
Greer: I wanna build a raft.
Murphy: It's the Antonia Graza. Jesus Christ.
Greer: Earlier, when I was doing my recon, I could swear I heard a women's voice singing to me. It was like she was, like she was coming on to me or something.
Munder: Oh, no.
Greer: It was the sexiest voice I ever heard, man.
Santos: She got any backup singers?
Munder: Brother, whatever you're on, get me some.
Dodge: I think maybe you're not quite ready to get married, Greer.
Epps: Oh God, you really are a fucking ghost.
Katie: We're all trapped here.
Katie: My shipmates and I.
Santos: Because of the plan, I'm trapped on this dreamboat of yours. So, you know what? You're coming along for the ride.
Ferriman: Well, you live for her. You willing to die for her?
Munder: Where's your empathy?
Dodge: Winners do not empathize with losers.
Epps: Wanna hear something funnier? We just found a bunch of dead guys floating in the laundry room.
Munder: I just think I shit my pants.
Dodge: No, you always smell that way.
Epps: Not the same as flying weather planes over ice sheets, is it? What's the appeal?
Ferriman: You're pathetic.
Murphy: I do know one thing. I've seen strange things happen in the strait. But I know something else. Sea gives you an opportunity, you take it.
Murphy: These Italian liners, ya know, they couldn't compete for speed, so they built these floating art palaces instead.