- Charlotte King: I'm five foot, six inches tall. I weigh 120 pounds. My hair is brownish. My name, as you probably know, is Mrs. King. I hope you're satisfied.
- First Mate Ramsay: Sixteen inches. You better do some pumping.
- Captain David Bell: Later. When the cabin passengers are asleep.
- Charlotte King: Do you always say what's customary? Why don't you just say I look like an opportunity and what can you lose by trying.
- Charlotte King: What kind of a dog is that, Captain?
- Captain David Bell: Hmm?
- Charlotte King: What kind of a dog?
- Captain David Bell: A male.
- First Mate Ramsay: I suppose it'd be heresy to point out that this ship has seen better days.
- Captain David Bell: Haven't we all.
- Charlotte King: Tell me something, Captain, don't you ever smile at anyone except him? What's he got that makes him so special? Why can't I get in that league?
- Captain David Bell: Look, I came up here because I wanted to be alone. Now, why don't you run along and sail your boat like a good little boy.
- Charlotte King: You're an interesting man. There aren't very many of you left in this world. Every time I think I've met a man, I find out that what I've really met is a boy and his mother. You don't seem that way.
- Reverend Butterfield: Now, what time does the bar open?
- Captain David Bell: It doesn't. There isn't any.
- Reverend Butterfield: I am dead and on route to purgatory.
- Charlotte King: From her she looks almost beautiful.
- Captain David Bell: Distance helps. She looked that way when I first saw her, fell in love with her. Ships are like people. They're just as beautiful as you see them. A cannibal thinks that a woman with a ring in her nose is beautiful. It all depends on whose doing the looking.
- Charlotte King: So that's why you named her 'Cannibal'.
- Captain David Bell: There was a time when I would have sold my soul to own that little ship. Maybe I did. Because now she's my world. Unless I force myself, I don't see her faults or what time has done to her. To me she'll always be beautiful. Maybe because I need her.
- Charlotte King: Wouldn't it be possible that the same thing might be true between - say, a man and a woman? Or, would that depend on who was doing the looking?
- Oliver Randall Wiggins: I enjoy sinning! Why, chaps like you would even limit sex.
- Reverend Butterfield: Illicit sex is and always has been a primary sin.
- Oliver Randall Wiggins: Then, why are you so interested?
- Reverend Butterfield: Sin is - interesting.
- Captain David Bell: What's the matter?
- Charlotte King: Well, frankly, I'd certainly like a bath.
- Captain David Bell: That can be arranged.
- Captain David Bell: We're about a thousand miles from the nearest land. But, instead of letting it bother you, why not enjoy it. When you get ashore, you'll only have money troubles, fights with your relatives, get sick, wish you were right back here. For peace of mind, there's no place like being at sea. You're just about as close as you can get to God out here.
- Charlotte King: Still direct to Mexico?
- First Mate Ramsay: Yeah. When we get there, will you tell me why you're all so all fired anxious about the course the ship sails.
- Charlotte King: Some people like to know where they're going, even if they're women.
- Charlotte King: I refuse to ask what I'm doing with this.
- Captain David Bell: That's one of the things I like about you.
- Oliver Randall Wiggins: Tell me, Butterfield, old boy, according to science, we all originated in the sea. In that case, if we drown, wouldn't it be water to water, instead of dust to dust?
- Reverend Butterfield: In your case, it would undoubtedly be mud.
- Harry Hutton: [laughs] His name is mud! Or, soon will be.
- Oliver Randall Wiggins: I wonder if people who die together, stay together. Heaven forbid.
- Reverend Butterfield: You would unquestionably go in one way and we would proceed in the opposite direction.
- Harry Hutton: Touché, pussycat.
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