Leviathan Quotes

Sixpack: You know, I stood next to a guy who blew up his suit once. I'll tell you, that was not a pretty sight.

Jones: Leave DeJesus alone, man!

Sixpack: One tiny little hole in a fucking toe of his suit, man. No bigger than your dick. Yeah, the way the ocean came in, the pressure just crammed his whole body up into his helmet in a matter of seconds. We just buried his helmet. That would have been you, DeJesus.

DeJesus: Hey, I know about implosions.

Sixpack: Yeah, I bet you do. I bet you were imploding in your pants.

Martin: I realize you must have gone through hell.

Justin Jones: Gone? Bitch, we're still here!

[last lines]

Martin: How do you feel?

Steven Beck: [punches her] Better. A lot better.

Sixpack: [shaking a dead sea spider at Willie] Look at my foot! This bitch put a goddamn sea monster in my bunk!

Steven Beck: How do you know it was her?

Sixpack: It was her, goddammit! What, are you calling me a liar, Beck?

Steven Beck: That may be the size of it, bubba.

Elizabeth 'Willie' Williams: [Checking on Jones who's just made it to the surface] Jones?

Steven Beck: Jones?

Justin Jones: So where's the goddamn hurricane? Yeah I made it I'm fine I'm alright I'm alright.

Steven Beck: [as he fights Leviathan] See you topside.

Elizabeth 'Willie' Williams: Get into your suit... Beck, get into your suit!

Justin Jones: [Beck jetisons them out of the complex] Beck, don't be a fool!

Dr. Glen Thompson: It's growing. It's just had a meal.

Elizabeth 'Willie' Williams: It needs blood?

Dr. Glen Thompson: Apparently.

Jones: That's just great! You're telling me that we've got a goddamned Dracula in here with us?

Steven Beck: Of course. That's why the one on that ship was dead. It needed blood... fresh cells to resurrect itself and grow.

Elizabeth 'Willie' Williams: What "one on that ship"?

Jones: Will someone let the rank and file in on your little secret?

Dr. Glen Thompson: Whatever it is... it's apparently some kind of genetic aberration.

Jones: No shit!

G. P. Cobb: What are you saying, Doc?

Dr. Glen Thompson: It has all the characteristics of deep sea marine life. Scales, gills... regeneration. Even some kind of dormancy. But the fact that it remembered where that blood plasma was stored makes it appear to have some other kind of quality.

G. P. Cobb: Meaning what?

Steven Beck: It absorbs the intelligence of its victims.

Dr. Glen Thompson: Intelligence may not be the right word here.

Jones: To hell with semantics, Doc. Are you saying that thing out there is part DeJesus, part Bowman, part Sixpack?

Dr. Glen Thompson: I don't know. I'd just be guessing. But I do know this... the Russians deliberately sank that ship to protect themselves. Maybe to protect us all.

Martin: Generic alteration?

Dr. Glen Thompson: Genetic.

Martin: Whatever.

Sixpack: Oh, mama! What a pair.

Bridget Bowman: What'd you say?

Sixpack: I said, "What a pair." Our shack boss and his washed-up doctor buddy make quite a... What did you think I said?

Bridget Bowman: That you liked my boobs.

Sixpack: Ha.

Dr. Glen Thompson: If you were tampering with genetics, why stop at the base model? Why not try to alter the human form? Homo aquaticus... a man who could live under water. Think of the possibilities. Regeneration. The ability to withstand cold, pressure. Just think of it. Undersea mining. Underwater farming.

Steven Beck: So, what's next, Doc? I mean, what if we run out of airplanes one day? What are we gonna do? Just grow a whole bunch of bird people?

Dr. Glen Thompson: Natura non confucius. Loosely translated: "don't fuck with Mother Nature".