Canton Quotes in Deep Rising (1998)

Canton: [Captain Atherton has just been eaten by one of the monsters] I'm beginning to fear that our friends here may be some kind of strange off-shoot of the Archaea Ottoia family.

Pantucci: The Ottoia family? To think I was startin' to worry.

Canton: These creatures are actually part of a larger body... something we haven's seen yet. They live deep under the surface of any ocean. At 4,000 feet the Ottoia are only as long as a pencil, with bodies about the size of a golf ball. But those at 20,000 feet have been known to eat full grown sharks! At 30,000 or 40,000 feet...

[to Pantucci]

Canton: Well... you do the math.

Trillian St. James: This is not good.

Pantucci: Are we talkin' some kind of mutated sea monsters here?

Mason: Who gives a shit what they are? Just tell us how to kill these motherfuckers.

Canton: The Ottoia are very crafty. They hide in burrows. They catch their victims with spiny living tentacles. Then they crush them between massive jaws.

Trillian St. James: Then they eat you, right?

Canton: No, they drink you. They drink you alive. Sucking all the fluids out of the body before excreting the skeletal remains.

Mulligan: [the remaining six survivors are in the galley. Mulligan closes a hatch door] I say we stay right here!

Trillian St. James: Are you insane?

Pantucci: No man, he's right. There's plenty of food here. We can hold out til they rescue us.

Canton: They're right. This is the galley for the crew. It was built almost entirely air tight in case of fire. With these hatches closed there's no way those things could get in here.

Hanover: You wanna wind up in jail, Mulligan?

Mulligan: Better there than in the belly of one of those things!

Finnegan: [Finnegans head for the hatch] I don't know about you, but I'm gonna keep on goin'. It's our only chance.

Mulligan: [Points his gun at him and keeps him away from the door] Back off. They're wiping us out one at a time. I say we make a stand. Right here. Right now.

Pantucci: The whole damn ships infested Finnegan. We're not gonna make it back to the boat anyway.

Finnegan: I'm not staying down here and that's a fact. Now back off that hatch.

Mulligan: [Hold the gun up to Finnegan's face] I'll do it. I'll do it. I swear to god I'll kill you! I'm not murking about.

Pantucci: Don't get hasty, man.

Captain Atherton: This is supposed to be your life's work, I thought.

Canton: I spent my whole life, my entire fortune, building this ship. I'll be damned if I'm gonna lose it to a bunch of pencil-necked bankers.

Canton: But This ship is state of the art...

Captain Atherton: Doesn't matter with the computer systems down... we are sailing blind... and with no bloody way of contacting anyone for help.

Sonar Man: Sir? I've got something on my sonar.

Captain Atherton: What is it, Collins?

Sonar Man: I'm not sure sir... but whatever it is... it's big.

Canton: Probably a bottom feeding whale.

Sonar Man: Moving at 200 knots? Sir, I don't think so.

Captain Atherton: Where's it coming from?

Sonar Man: Directly below us sir... moving at 160 meters and still rising... 150 meters... 140 meters... 130... 120... 110... 90...

Canton: [looks at a video monitor] What are those things?

Sonar Man: 80... 50 meters...

[the Ottoia ram the ship]

[the big bad monster has just eaten the boat's captain]

Canton: I'm beginning to fear that our friends here may be some kind of strange offshoot of the Archaea Ottoia family.

Pantucci: Oh, the Ottoia family. And to think I was startin' to worry.

[Trillian is breaking into the ship's safe until Simon, Capt. Atherton, and Cruise Security catches her in the act]

Canton: [clears throat] Good evening, mademoiselle.

Trillian St. James: Hello.

Captain Atherton: Red handed. My God, what a cheap, little trollop you are.

Trillian St. James: Good evening, gentlemen. I was just on my way out.

[Two security men holds Trillian back]

Trillian St. James: Or not.

Canton: A good decision. There's really no place to run. The nearest land is, what is it, about 600 miles, Captain?

Captain Atherton: Near 800.

Canton: [holding Trillian's rap sheet] According to this fax we received - Oh, that's not a very flattering photograph, is it?

Trillian St. James: What is it?

Canton: You're wanted for burglary, robbery, forgery. Oh, and attempted murder.

Trillian St. James: I can explain that.

[Canton chuckles]

Trillian St. James: What?

Canton: Six arrests, five convictions, and wanted in four countries. How does a beautiful woman as young as yourself amass such an incredible record?

Trillian St. James: Trust me. It wasn't easy.

Canton: I think it's because you're not very good at what you do.

[Canton hits Trillian in the face]

Captain Atherton: Hey, steady on, Canton. No need for that.

Captain Atherton: [Recovers his stolen key card from Trillian] Ah, ah, ah. I believe that's my card, thank you.

Canton: Captain, I forget. Do we have a brig on this ship?

Captain Atherton: Yes, we do, sir, but it's not finished.

Trillian St. James: [angry tone] You can't put a lady in the brig!

Canton: True, but you, mademoiselle, are no lady.