Rene Auberjonois credited as playing...
Bagley
- Roy Bagley: Well, Fred, I finished testing the samples from that pool. It'll be real great oil!
- Fred Wilson: Son of a bitch! Ah, ha ha! Fred Wilson is "crazy" is he? Wait'll those candy-asses in New York hear about this one! Wait'll I put the screws to them! I'll grind them...
- Roy Bagley: Like I said, it *will* be real great oil... as soon as Mother Nature finishes cooking it a little longer... a bit more aging.
- Fred Wilson: How much longer?
- Roy Bagley: Shit, hardly a tick o' the clock, as geological time goes. Say, uh, ten thousand years. Until then, you'd get better mileage filling up your Cadillac with mule piss!
- [first lines]
- Joe Perko: OK, Boan, how much you got here?
- Boan: About eighteen hundred.
- Joe Perko: Eighteen hundred? What's going on?
- Boan: There's Bagley.
- Joe Perko: Hey, Mr. Bagley! Something's haywire. They only loaded me enough pipe to push one test hole. Less than two thousand feet.
- Roy Bagley: Yeah, that'll be enough.
- Boan: Are you kidding? On Bagatan, we didn't come until we were past twenty-six thousand feet.
- Roy Bagley: You take my word, fellas. This hole proves out within two thousand, or it's a write-off.
- Roy Bagley: I guess you can stop sweating, Fred. Navy record's clean. Everything checks out. Fingerprints. The guy's kosher.
- Fred Wilson: And I just know how to use him, too.
- Roy Bagley: Do you really think that's going to ring the bell? Promise oil, bring back a monkey?
- Fred Wilson: Look at that Exxon campaign. "We'll put a tiger in your tank." It did zillions with just a paper tiger!
- Roy Bagley: That satellite was to supposed to be analyzing exhaust gases from a ChiCom missile test. So it was loaded with two special kinds of film. No, first the infrared, I'm sorry. Here we are. Now, the different colors represent different surface temperatures.
- Joe Perko: You mean there's land behind that fog?
- Roy Bagley: Correct, Joe. An island, hidden by a perpetual fog bank. Never seen by human eye, nor walked by human foot.
- Roy Bagley: Look down there, that pool.
- Fred Wilson: Do you think it could be?
- Roy Bagley: The surface seems viscous. It sure as hell could be oil.
- Fred Wilson: Sweet Jesus! Dear Rockefeller!