- Mark Brittain: Do you always look this good in the morning?
- Rosa Lucchesi: You will have time to compare; there will be thousands of mornings.
- [Mark Brittain is getting ready for a deep-sea dive]
- Linc Langley: [setting up the equipment] Any instructions?
- Mark Brittain: Keep me alive?
- Linc Langley: [smiles] *You bet!*
- [Vic Rossiter mis-pronounces the word "lieutenant" while posing as an officer in the Royal Navy]
- Captain: [puzzled, and then smiles] You're *Canadian*, aren't you?
- Vic Rossiter: [pleased] Why, *yes*! I'm surprised you could still tell- I've been with the Royal Navy for almost 4 years, now.
- Vic Rossiter: Trench also said that you're a good diver - and for a price you'd put on a suit.
- Mark Brittain: For a good price I'd put on a suit. But, not one of Trench's suits. That'd take more money than you've got and more of a death wish than I've got.
- Mark Brittain: You're not dedicated professionals. You're a brotherhood of happy, street-swingin' thinkers.
- Mark Brittain: Imagine her drinking red wine with a 50 cent sharpie like him.
- Linc Langley: That's a beautiful woman. She walks well.
- Mark Brittain: You're quite right. She walks well.
- Mark Brittain: Mr. Langley and I are very busy. We charter a small but dependable fishing boat to people who like to go to sea and catch bass and not pieces of eight, which they can't.
- Mark Brittain: Tell me something, Miss Lucchesi, is this a mid-week seduction or the opening gambit of a con job?
- Rosa Lucchesi: I wouldn't steal from those who couldn't afford to lose.
- Mark Brittain: How do you like this? A blonde Italian Robin Hood.
- Mark Brittain: I got a better idea. We put you in a bikini and strap you to the wings of a 707, and we fly you over Fort Knox. While all the people on the ground are looking at you, we sneak in the back door and steal the gold.
- Linc Langley: Hold on, this is all a joke, right? Nobody here thinks this is going to work?
- Vic Rossiter: You just get this clear. If you don't think it can work, you don't belong on this trip. I don't relish the ides of being cooped up in a sub with a caramel-colored lush, anyway.
- Vic Rossiter: Just so we don't misunderstand each other, Brittain. We don't share everything alike. What was owned before, that's not in the pot.
- Rosa Lucchesi: So we don't have any misunderstandings - nobody owns me. You have a few prerogatives, Victor, but that's a gift from me to you. I can revoke the license anytime.
- Mark Brittain: Where'd you learn to swim so good, diving for coins in the Bay of Naples?
- Rosa Lucchesi: I do everything with perfection, Mr. Brittain: swimming, dancing, fundraising, almost everything. And you?
- Mark Brittain: I play a little gin. I catch a little fish. If I catch a lot of fish, I get splendidly stoned. It's a living.
- Vic Rossiter: It's like a nuthouse. That's what it is, a loony bin: a happy German - queer for boats, our spaghetti eater, Mr. Brittain's wino freedom rider, and Mr. Brittain, himself, who I think would sell us out for 25 bucks in hard cash. Now, did I forget anybody?
- Rosa Lucchesi: Make allowances, Mark. He had a hard beginning: the slums until 14 years old, then a reformatory. That would explain his angers, wouldn't it?
- Mark Brittain: I'll try to set aside an hour a day to extend my sympathy. How many hours a day will you devote? How many hours at night?
- Rosa Lucchesi: I don't like that, Mark. There was a time when Victor Rossiter appealed to me - when he filled a need. I make no excuses, Mark.
- Mark Brittain: I didn't ask for any.
- Linc Langley: We're digging ourselves a grave here. Each of us for his own particular reason: love, loyalty, greed. The atmosphere is stifling. It's becoming extremely difficult to breathe.
- Rosa Lucchesi: It's not more wrong now than before. I didn't hear you say no.
- Mark Brittain: That's because maybe you weren't listening. Come to think of it, I wasn't talking.
- Rosa Lucchesi: What held you?
- Mark Brittain: What held me? A blue-eyed, long legged Italian with hooks. That's what held me.