Al Giordino: Hi! How are ya?
Dirk Pitt: We need to find that bomb.
Al Giordino: No. I'll find the bomb. You get the girl.
Dirk Pitt: ...Deal.
Al Giordino: I am so tired of being shot at.
Eva Rojas: You're late. I was told an 8:00 departure.
Dirk Pitt: What?
Al Giordino: I never said 8.
Dirk Pitt: I said 9.
Eva Rojas: Well, it's after 10.
Dirk Pitt: Well who said 8?
Yves Massarde: I understand you believe there is some sort of plague coming out of Mali.
Dr. Frank Hopper: We don't like to say "plague."
Yves Massarde: What do you think it is, then?
Eva Rojas: A plague.
Yves Massarde: Your death would look pretty bad in the papers.
Eva Rojas: So does the word "plague."
Al Giordino: Hey, you ever been after marlins, doctor?
Dirk Pitt: Oh, no, not the marlin story again, Al.
Al Giordino: Seven hundred and thirty-three pounds. Five and a half hours in the fighting chair.
Dirk Pitt: I thought it was 600 pounds.
Al Giordino: Hey! What did you catch that day? I can't remember anything at all.
Al Giordino: Man, the Admiral's gonna be mad when he hears you lost his satellite phone.
Dirk Pitt: Not as mad as when Rudi tells him it was attached to the boat.
Admiral James Sandecker: I can't ask you boys to do this alone.
Dirk Pitt: That's the great part about it, sir. You know you never have to.
General Zateb Kazim: Don't worry. It's Africa. Nobody cares about Africa.
Dirk Pitt: He is going to blow it up.
Al Giordino: That isn't very subtle.
Dr. Frank Hopper: How long have you two be together, anyway?
Al Giordino: Kindergarden, college, Navy, numa. Poor guy's always been in my shadow.
Dr. Frank Hopper: That is long time.
Al Giordino: Yep. Always the Al's maid, never the Al.
Answer: So they will not discover the poisonining that is going on.