Mike Rogo: You weren't on the streets that long! How many guys did you know! Do you realise how slim even one of those characters is on this boat.
Linda Rogo: You don't have to shout.
Mike Rogo: I said do you realise...
Linda Rogo: I heard what you said.
Mrs. Belle Rosen: You see, Mr. Scott? In the water I'm a very skinny lady.
Mike Rogo: Linda! Ya hear me?
Linda Rogo: Will you shut up! I'm busy in here.
Linda Rogo: He only invited us because you're a Detective Lieutenant. Why don't you just go without me.
Mike Rogo: And what am I supposed to do at midnight? Kiss the Captain?
Linda Rogo: Don't knock it.
Mr. Manny Rosen: I want to stay with her a little longer.
Reverend Frank Scott: You've got one minute.
Mike Rogo: You! Preacher! You lyin', murderin', son of a bitch! You took from me the one thing I loved in the whole world! My Linda.
Mrs. Belle Rosen: Mr. Scott, a fat woman like me cannot climb.
Reverend Frank Scott: Give her your shirt.
Mike Rogo: My shirt?
Linda Rogo: Come on.
Mike Rogo: Linda, next time you put something on, like I told you to put on.
Linda Rogo: Oh my God. Who's not dying.
Reverend Frank Scott: Please GOD not this woman.
Reverend Frank Scott: Through the kitchens and go deeper and deeper in the ship till we reach the hull. That way.
Mike Rogo: And you just kick out the botton and we swim ashore, huh?
Linda Rogo: Or maybe you could yell 'This is the police' and it'll open right up.
Mike Rogo: Don't be a smartass.
Linda Rogo: Jesus Christ! What happened?
Reverend Frank Scott: We've turned over.
Mike Rogo: What do we do, goddamit? What do we do?
Linda Rogo: Pull him back! Pull him back.
Linda Rogo: Where the Hell have you been?
Mike Rogo: What do ya think? Flyin' around on my ass.
Robin Shelby: I'm sorry Mrs. Rosen, I didn't mean it to sound like that.
Mrs. Belle Rosen: What, I miss something?
Robin Shelby: When I said I helped my dad pull in a 600 pound swordfish. I didn't mean that I thought you weighed that much.
Mrs. Belle Rosen: All that's going on and THAT'S what you're worried about?
Robin Shelby: Sure, what else?
Mrs. Belle Rosen: You're a good boy.
Robin Shelby: Tell my sister.
Nurse Gina Rowe: They're suppositories Mr Rogo. You don't swallow them.
Mike Rogo: Then what the hell do you do with them?
Linda Rogo: For Christ's sake! I know what to do with suppositories. Just get them outta here.
Nonnie Parry: Did you like his music?
Linda Rogo: Shut up! Shut up! C'mon get up this goddamned ramp.
James Martin: Nobody can be as composed as you are Mrs Rogo.
Mike Rogo: Ya had a lotta guts, lady... a lotta guts.
Linda Rogo: Come here, you lousy cop.
Answer: He's the representative of the owner of the ship.