Fantastic Voyage (1966)
Donald Pleasence: Dr. Michaels
[as the submarine enters the brain]
Dr. Duval : Yet all the suns that light the corridors of the universe shine dim before the blazing of a single thought...
Grant : ...proclaiming in incandescent glory the myriad mind of Man.
Dr. Michaels : Very poetic, gentlemen. Let me know when we pass the soul.
Dr. Duval : The soul? The finite mind cannot comprehend infinity, and the soul, which comes from God, is infinite.
Dr. Michaels : Yes, but our time isn't.
Grant : What happened?
Capt. Bill Owens : Dr. Michaels... went berserk.
Grant : Berserk nothing!
Dr. Michaels : Grant, help! Get me out!
Grant : [hands SCUBA gear to Owens] Get this on, quick. If a window blows, we'll lose this air lock.
Dr. Michaels : Grant, help. I'm trapped. Help me!
[Grant struggles to free Michaels as he grows increasingly agitated]
Dr. Michaels : Can't get my... can't get my hands out. Get me out of here. My... my hands are trapped. Can't move... can't move my hands. I can't move my ha... move my hands. Can't move my hands! Get my out! Get me out of here!
[as white corpuscles begins to envelop the submarine, Grant realizes its hopeless and turns to go, leaving Michaels trapped]
Dr. Michaels : Get me out! Get me out!
[screams as he's enveloped by the corpuscles]
Dr. Michaels : I wouldn't call it a miracle. It's just an interchange of gases.