The Parrot: Eat me, asshole.

The Parrot: Fat butt... you got a big fat butt!

Preacher: Any of your nonsense and we're gonna have tiny little drumsticks on the menu tonight.

Tom Scoggins: Who you gonna trust huh? You trust me. You know why? Because I'm *Trustworthy*.

Preacher: Carter!

Carter Blake: Hey.

Preacher: Bring me some sushi.

Russell Franklin: So here's the riddle. What does an eight thousand pound mako shark with a brain the size of a flat head V8 engine and no natural predators think about?

Carter Blake: Well, I'm not waiting around here to find out!

Russell Franklin: All right people, these sharks are thinking, hard and clear. So here's the riddle. What does an eight thousand pound mako shark with a brain the size of a flat head V8 engine and no natural predators think about?

Russell Franklin: What in God's creation?

Jim Whitlock: Oh, not His. Ours.

Preacher: I'm not Daniel when he faced the lion. So I appreciate the irony, Lord! Cook dies in his own oven! But I've got other plans!

Preacher: [jumps out of upper oven and swims away, lights lighter] You ate my bird!

Jim Whitlock: You did it, pal, you did it...

Russell Franklin: Hey, an AGA mask! Did some wreck diving in one of these off the coast of Spain. Tourist thing, you know. You like wreck diving?

Carter Blake: It's okay.

Russell Franklin: Come on, I bet you're really good at it!

Carter Blake: We're on the water. Whole cat-and-mouse thing don't float. You're the man, right?

Russell Franklin: Yeah. Yeah, I'm the man.

Carter Blake: Well, the man's always got a file. What's it say?

Russell Franklin: Two years, Leavenworth, smuggling.

Carter Blake: How'd you make your money? You're the first rich guy in history who's squeaky-clean?

Russell Franklin: You do understand my concern, right?

Carter Blake: Look, I got a workable deal here. I don't make waves, I meet the terms of my parole. I'm not out to change the world like the doc, and I'm not out to wreck it either.

Dr. Susan McCallister: Tell me Mr. Franklin, have you ever known anyone with Alzheimer's?

Russell Franklin: Well, no.

Dr. Susan McCallister: By the end all my father could do was ask why my mother wasn't at home, and each time I told him she was dead I had to watch him take that loss like a car wreck. 200,000 men and women develop Alzheimer's each year! What if you could end all that suffering with a single pill? Give me till Monday morning, 48 hours. I'll give you results that'll skyrocket your stock price or I'll help you pack the lab myself. It's your call.

Tom Scoggins: Who're you gonna trust?

Carter Blake: You?

Tom Scoggins: That's right, you trust me!

Dr. Susan McCallister: You wait your whole life for a single moment and then suddenly it's tomorrow.

Carter Blake: A 45 foot shark - and you hit me!

Russell Franklin: Well I'll be damned.

Jim Whitlock: No, Mr.Franklin you've just seen what it like *not* to be damned.

Dr. Susan McCallister: [after slashing her hand to use the blood as bait] She may be the smartest animal on the planet, but she's still just an animal. Come to mama.

Russell Franklin: Just what the hell did you do to those sharks?

Dr. Susan McCallister: Their brains weren't large enough to harvest sufficient amounts of the protein complex. So we violated the Harvard Compact. Jim and I used gene therapies to increase their brain mass. A larger brain means more protein. As a side effect the sharks got smarter.

Janice Higgins: You stupid bitch!

Carter Blake: They got a pill for what's wrong with you?

Carter Blake: Let me tell you, man. I quit this job.

Preacher: Take me back to the ghetto.

Carter Blake: Amen.

Preacher: Take me back to the ghetto.