Wilhemina Bertha Packard quotes from Atlantis: The Lost Empire (2001)

Attention. Tonight's supper will be baked beans. Musical program to follow. [pause] Who wrote this?

So I says to him, "What's wrong with my meatloaf?" and he says to me...oh, hold on a second Margie, I've got another call. Sir, we're approaching coordinates. Hello, Margie? Yes, so anyways, he says to me...

And he took his suitcase? Marge, honey, I don't think he's coming back.

I'll have to call you back...No no, I'll call you...

We're all gonna die.

Commander, I think you should hear this...COmmander...Commander...Commander...Commander...

I'm picking up something from the hydrophone I think you should hear.

You wanna do my job? Be my guest.

Sir, it's Engineering on call...

Commander Rourke

Looks like all our chances for survival rest with you, Mr Thatch. You and that little book.

We're all gonna die.

Rourke! We got a big hit and we're taking in water fast! I don't wanna be around when it hits the boilers!

Rourke

How much time do we have?

20 minutes, if the bulkhead holds.
[BOOM!]

You better make that 5.

Rourke

You heard the girl. Let's move!

Milo

Move where?

Helga

Packard, let's go!

And he took his suitcase? Marge, honey, I don't think he's coming back.

Helga

PACKARD!

Gonna have to call you back. [slight pause] No-no, I'll call you.

Sweet

The name's Sweet, Joshus Sweet. Medical officer.

Milo

Yeah. Milo Thatch.

Sweet

Milo Thatch, you're my three o'clock! [reaches into his back and pulls out a saw] Well, no time like the present.

Milo

Oh boy!

Sweet

Nice, isn't it? The catalogue says that this little beauty can saw through a femur in 28 seconds. I'm betting I can cut that time in half! [puts the saw away and comes out with a tongue depresser] Now, stick out your tongue and say "Ah"!

Milo

Well, I don't-- [gahs then grunts as Sweet puts the stick into his mouth]

Sweet

So where're you from? [Milo grunts something] Really? I have family up that way! Beautiful country up there! You do any fishing?

Milo

Oh...a little...

Sweet

Me? I hate fishing. I hate fish. Hate the taste, hate the smell and I hate all them little bones. [as he speaks he does several things from puting the depresser away to taking Milo's pulse, then finally pulls up two bottles] Here, I'm gonna need you to fill these up.

Milo

With what?!

Would Milo Thatch please report to the bridge?

Milo

Thank you... I mean, nice meeting you. [runs off]

Sweet

U-huh, nice meeting you too.
[Mole watches quietly the whole while]