Mike Rogo Quotes in The Poseidon Adventure (1972)

Mrs. Linda Rogo: I saw a young officer on deck the other day, and he looked DAMN familiar... even with his clothes on.

Mike Rogo: So... he recognized ya, so?

Mrs. Linda Rogo: So doesn't that bother you?

Mike Rogo: If it bothered me, I wouldn'ta married ya.

Mrs. Linda Rogo: Well first you arrested me six times.

Mike Rogo: Well I had to figure out some way to keep you off the streets... until you'd marry me.

Nurse Gina Rowe: They're suppositories Mr Rogo. You don't swallow them.

Mike Rogo: Then what the hell do you do with them?

Linda Rogo: For Christ's sake! I know what to do with suppositories. Just get them outta here!

Mike Rogo: You took from me the only thing I ever loved in the whole world, my Linda.

Reverend Frank Scott: Give her your shirt.

Mike Rogo: My shirt?

Linda Rogo: Come on!

Mike Rogo: Linda, next time you put something on, like I told you to put on!

Mike Rogo: Ya had a lotta guts, lady... a lotta guts.

Reverend Frank Scott: Through the kitchens and go deeper and deeper in the ship till we reach the hull. That way!

Mike Rogo: And you just kick out the botton and we swim ashore, huh?

Linda Rogo: Or maybe you could yell 'This is the police' and it'll open right up!

Mike Rogo: Don't be a smartass!

Mike Rogo: Linda, Linda honey, you all right?

Mrs. Linda Rogo: Hi... where the hell have you been?

Mike Rogo: Where do you think? Flying around on my ass.

James Martin: What'll I tell the others?

Mike Rogo: Tell 'em to break out their hymnals and start singing "Nearer My God To Thee" !

Linda Rogo: We're sinking and nothings going to keep us from drowning.

Mike Rogo: Keep moving.

Mike Rogo: She's got nothin' on underneath.

Linda Rogo: Just panties. What else do I need?

Mike Rogo: That's enough outa you, Mister.

Mike Rogo: You! Preacher! Murderer! I started to believe in your promises, that we had a chance. What chance?

Mike Rogo: Aww, Jesus!

Mike Rogo: This is the first trip since we got married, you know.

Linda Rogo: Yeah, and why we didn't fly I'll never know.

Reverend Frank Scott: Are you gonna give us a hand, Mr Rogo?

Mike Rogo: No. Didn't you hear what that Purser said. He said to stay here and keep calm. Help will be here, and I'm staying right here.

Linda Rogo: There he goes, that's my old man.

Mike Rogo: Look Linda.

Linda Rogo: Everything by the book.

Mike Rogo: You better watch your language, Preacher. You sound like you come from the slum or something.

Linda Rogo: You son-of-a-bitch! Go help him!

Mike Rogo: You weren't on the streets that lon! How many guys did you know! Do youn realise how slim even one of those characters is on this boat!

Linda Rogo: You don't have to shout!

Mike Rogo: I said do you realise...

Linda Rogo: I HEARD WHAT YOU SAID!

Mike Rogo: Linda! Ya hear me?

Linda Rogo: Will you shut up! I'm busy in here.

Mike Rogo: Wait a minute! This is no goddamn engine room!

Linda Rogo: Then where the Hell are we?

Reverend Frank Scott: There was a corridor leading to the engine room.

Mr. Manny Rosen: But now it's underwater.

Reverend Frank Scott: All right. We'll swim through it. Give me the rope.

Linda Rogo: You've gotta be kidding!

Mike Rogo: She's right. If the corridor's underwater what about the engine room?

Reverend Frank Scott: It's in the clear. It's one deck up. It's above us. We'll swim through the bulkhead, down a short corridor and up a companionway. It can't be more than thirty five feet at the most.

Linda Rogo: Oh, is that all!

Reverend Frank Scott: We can do it. Trust me, we can do it!

Mr. Manny Rosen: Something must have happened to them. I tell you. Belle would have signalled!

Mike Rogo: Okay. That does it. I'm going through to find out what's happened.

Linda Rogo: Oh no you're not! You'll drown too!

Mr. Manny Rosen: Let me go, Mr Rogo. It's my wife!

Linda Rogo: Let him go, Mike!

Mike Rogo: I'm going through. All of you stay put till I get back.

Linda Rogo: Mike, please!

Mike Rogo: Take it easy, baby. I'll be back.

Reverend Frank Scott: Lets make a toast.

Linda Rogo: Great. What will we drink to?

Reverend Frank Scott: To Love.

Linda Rogo: Here here. To love. To Love. To Love, dummy!

Mike Rogo: Oh.

Mike Rogo: What do we do, goddamit? What do we do?

Linda Rogo: Pull him back! Pull him back!

Reverend Frank Scott: [Rogo has refused to help move the Christmas tree] You get your ass down here with us, mister, right away.

Mike Rogo: Hey... You oughta watch your language, Preacher. You sound like you come from the slum, or somethin'!

Linda Rogo: You son of a bitch, go help him!

Mike Rogo: You! Preacher! You lyin', murderin', son of a bitch! You took from me the one thing I loved in the whole world! My Linda!

Linda Rogo: He only invited us because you're a Detective Lieutenant. Why don't you just go without me!

Mike Rogo: And what am I supposed to do at midnight? Kiss the Captain?

Linda Rogo: Don't knock it!

Mike Rogo: I think what I don't like about you, Scott, is your attitude. Or does it go deeper than that?

Reverend Frank Scott: Maybe we're two of a kind, Mr. Rogo. You don't like looking at yourself.