[after being seasick] Carrots? Why is it always carrots? I didn't even eat carrots!

[They are getting chased by the Leviathan; increasingly panicked] It's only a grease trap, it's just like a sink! It's only a grease trap it's just like a sink!!!

[To Rourke] Well, I don't know, why don't you translate, and I'll wave the gun around?!

[After seeing the Leviathan's eye] Oh my god! IT'S A MACHINE!!!

[plays with a glowing fly] Heh heh! These guys are kinda cute when they're not, you know, formed into a fiery column of death.

(To Milo) You are a scholar, are you not? Judging from your diminished physique and large forehead, you can be suited for nothing else!

We are not thriving. True, our people live, but our culture is dying. We are like a stone the ocean beats against. With each year a little more of us is worn away.

Your grandad had a saying: "Our lives are measured by the gifts we leave our children." This journal is his gift to you. Atlantis is waiting.

Your grandfather was always bending my ear with stories about that book. I didn't buy it for a minute! So finally I got fed up and made a bet with the old coot. I said, "Thatch, if you ever actually find that so-called journal, not only will I finance the expedition, but I'll kiss you full on the mouth!" [Shows Milo a photo with him and Milo's grandfather spitting after they've kissed each other] Imagine my embarrassment when he found the darn thing.