Ranger Capt. Jake Cutter: Let him make a run for it, I'd say to myself.
Paul Regret: And then what would you say?
Ranger Capt. Jake Cutter: And then I'd say back to myself, you can't let him run. You swore an oath whent they put that badge on you.
Paul Regret: And that's important to you?
Ranger Capt. Jake Cutter: I said I swore an oath.
Paul Regret: Words.
Ranger Capt. Jake Cutter: Mon-sewer, words are what men live by... words they say and mean.
Corporal Miller: Sir, I've inspected this boat, and I think you ought to know that I can't swim.
Elena Fairchild: I'm going to ask Captain Harding to marry us.
Herbert Brown: That'd be wonderful, if he were only a minister, but he's not.
Elena Fairchild: He's a captain, and captains can marry people at sea.
Herbert Brown: He's a land captain, not a sea captain.
Elena Fairchild: Well, we're on land, aren't we?
Horace: I don't like it, Jasper. One more pinch, and they'll throw the keys away.
Jasper: Oh, come off it, Horace. We're getting plenty of bootle.
Horace: Yes, but I've been thinking.
Jasper: You've been thinking? Now look here, Horace! I warned you about thinking! I've got the nog for this job, so let's get on with it.
Father Matthew Doonan: I'll bet you were a sweet little altar boy.
Harry: Weren't we all?
Radio Reporter: We're waiting at Battersea. Waiting. Hoping. Praying for a miracle. The entire electricity of all industrial London has been diverted to the wires surrounding the small animal's enclosure. Will it be enough? Will it be enough to stop the huge beast? Will the miracle be granted? Or will it be yet another of man's puny efforts to oppose this irresistible force of ancient nature?
Kit Tilden: It's strange - I feel I know better than any man I've ever known, but I hardly know you at all.