The Core

Dr. Serge Leveque:
I came here to save my wife and my two children and... six billion lives... it's too much. I just hope I'm, I'm smart enough and brave enough to save three.

Dr. Serge Leveque:
[After Dr. Josh Keyes states, I'm married to my work.] So am I. Which makes my wife my mistress. That's why I'm still in love with her.

Dr. Serge Leveque:
Josh? Where are you? I can't see you! [Said to Dr. Josh Keyes as he is being crushed to death while stuck in damaged part of the ship where enormous amounts of pressure are seeping in]

Rat/Theodore J. Finch:
[standing in front of a wall of PC towers] Ok, I know these look like computers - totally not!

Rat/Theodore J. Finch:
[to the FBI agents] My handle's Rat. Call me Rat.

Rat/Theodore J. Finch:
Wait a second...you guys aren't here to whack me are you? Cause I was kinda hoping to have sex before that happens...

Rat/Theodore J. Finch:
[Speaking to Zimsky about the number of languages he spoke] I speak one. One Zero One Zero Zero. With that I could steal your money, your secrets, your sexual fantasies, your whole life. In any country, any time, any place I want. We multitask like you breathe. I couldn't think as slow as you if I tried.

Rat/Theodore J. Finch:
[replying to Dr. Keyes's help request]You want me to hack the planet? [talking to himself] He wants me to hack the planet.

Rat/Theodore J. Finch:
Here, now you have free long distance on this phone... forever.

Rat/Theodore J. Finch:
OK, if I decide to do this, I'm gonna need an unlimited supply of Xena tapes, and Hot Pockets.

Rat/Theodore J. Finch:
[refering to a virus he created] This is my Kung-Fu and it is strong!

Rat/Theodore J. Finch:
Your Kung-Fu is not strong!

Rat/Theodore J. Finch:
Destini, meet world. World, meet Destini.

Dr. Josh Keyes:
Go ahead and throw up, I know I did...

Dr. Josh Keyes:
Why don't you use a credit card and get air miles?

Dr. Josh Keyes:
Then we hotwire the nuclear bombs. [pause] As one does.

Dr. Josh Keyes:
In a year, everyone on Earth is dead.

Dr. Josh Keyes:
Be Wrong !

Commander Robert Iverson:
Leadership isn't about ability; it's about responsibility.

Commander Robert Iverson:
You're not really a leader until you've lost.

Commander Robert Iverson:
It's the simplest things that are the hardest, huh?

Dr. Conrad Zimsky:
[After Iverson questions him about the core] Yes, yes, yes, yes, and what if the core is made of cheese? This is all best guess commander. That's all science is, is best guess.

Dr. Conrad Zimsky:
Let me smoke a cigarette first and I'll tell you.

Dr. Conrad Zimsky:
Oh come on you're a bunch of suicidal morons!! What are you, crazy?! Plan C? "Restart the core somehow?" Oh that's a great idea! That's a brilliant idea! I can't believe I'm stuck on this floating septic tank with you lunatics! You may have nothing to lose, you may have nothing to lose, you may have nothing to lose, but I have my life to lose thank you very much while you're up! Now turn it around! He told us to go back, and we're going back! Why? You wanna be a hero? You wanna be a martyr? What do you want to be? You're out of your minds! Thank you!

Dr. Conrad Zimsky:
What the f*** am I doing? (laughs) [Said while recording final thoughts on tape recorder as he awaits a nuclear bomb to explode and kill him]

Dr. Edward Brazelton:
Are you going to be doing that Carl Sagan narration all the way down to the core?

Dr. Edward Brazelton:
Say it with me: "I don't know."

Dr. Edward Brazelton:
Look I built the ship in 3 damn months, I never realised I'd be deliberately sabotaging it!

Dr. Edward Brazelton:
[Punches Zimsky clean out] It's not a stupid ship.

Beck:
Hey guys, we're closing in on the inner core.

Josh:
The nukes are ready. The timers are on.

Beck:
Great. Let's start dropping them.

Zimsky:
No. The bombs are not built for these pressures. That's why they were in that pod. If you send them out now, out of that casing, they'll be crushed instantly.

Beck:
And I assume we have a plan D.

Josh:
Plan D is Virgil's compartiments. We put a nuke in each section of Virgil and then eject the individual sections. They should stay intact long enough for the nuke to go off. [Braz sighs]

Josh:
What?

Braz:
The Virgil is not designed to eject undamaged compartments. [Shows them an animation] Okay, these are the ejection mechanisms holding each compartment in place. They're all connected by one master hydraulic gear, kind of like keys on a keyring. What we have to do, we have to unlock the piston. That will release the compartments so the bombs can be jettisoned.

Zimsky:
Where's the master gear?

Braz:
In the crawl space we used to get out earlier.

Zimsky:
[Frustrated] Well, what the hell is it doing there?

Braz:
Look, I had this ship built in three damn months; I didn't think I'd deliberately be sabotaging her, I'm sorry!

Josh:
So one of us has to go in there.

Braz:
Correct.

Beck:
Into the crawl space, that has core fluid at over 9000 degrees?

Braz:
Yes.

Josh:
Can you flush it with liquid nitrogen?

Braz:
We don't have enough of it at this point.

Zimsky:
9000 degrees. And our suits are built to withstand...?

Braz:
Half that, probably.

Zimsky:
Right, half that.

Josh:
So what you're saying is, whoever goes into that crawl space, is not coming back.

Earth has a deadline

In a year, everyone on Earth is dead.

The only way out is in.

Say it with me:
"I don't know."

Col. Robert Iverson:
Being a leader isn't about ability. It's about responsibility.

Maj. Rebecca Childs:
Got it, sir.

Col. Robert Iverson:
No you don't, Beck. I mean, you're not just responsible for the good ones. You've got to be responsible for the bad ones. You've got to be ready to make the shitty call.

Maj. Rebecca Childs:
What makes you think I'm not?

Col. Robert Iverson:
Because you're so damn good. You haven't hit anything you couldn't beat. I mean, hell, you were the one who figured out how to save the space shuttle. You made me, you made the rest of NASA just look like an ass. It's just you're used to winning... and you're not really a leader until you've lost.

Col. Robert Iverson:
People. Doctors Zimsky and Keyes? You guys are our resident geophysicists, so what do you make of this?

Dr. Conrad Zimsky:
The mantle is a chemical hodgepodge of, a, variety of elements...

Dr. Ed 'Braz' Brazzelton:
Say it with me: "I don't know."

Serge Leveque:
Excuse me Dr. Brazzelton, when do you think the ship will be operational?

Dr. Ed 'Braz' Brazzelton:
When I get my fabrication methods perfected, twelve... ten years. Ten years.

General Thomas Percell:
What would it take to get it done in three months?

Dr. Ed 'Braz' Brazzelton:
Fifty billion dollars, I...

[laughing]

General Thomas Percell:
[deadpan] Will you take a cheque?

Dr. Josh Keyes:
You should use a credit card. You get miles.

General Thomas Percell:
Hmm.

Zimsky:
M.A.D. Mutually Assured Destruction. A perfect acronym if ever there was one.

Josh:
Beautiful.

Beck:
You know what makes me really, really angry? Bob, Serge, Braz, Zimsky. No one's every going to know what they did or why they died.

Josh:
Unless, it all got out somehow.

Beck:
That's unthinkable.

[they smile]