Deep Rising (1998)
Derrick O'Connor: Captain Atherton
[Trillian is breaking into the ship's safe until Simon, Capt. Atherton, and Cruise Security catches her in the act]
Canton : [clears throat] Good evening, mademoiselle.
Trillian St. James : Hello.
Captain Atherton : Red handed. My God, what a cheap, little trollop you are.
Trillian St. James : Good evening, gentlemen. I was just on my way out.
[Two security men holds Trillian back]
Trillian St. James : Or not.
Canton : A good decision. There's really no place to run. The nearest land is, what is it, about 600 miles, Captain?
Captain Atherton : Near 800.
Canton : [holding Trillian's rap sheet] According to this fax we received - Oh, that's not a very flattering photograph, is it?
Trillian St. James : What is it?
Canton : You're wanted for burglary, robbery, forgery. Oh, and attempted murder.
Trillian St. James : I can explain that.
Trillian St. James : What?
Canton : Six arrests, five convictions, and wanted in four countries. How does a beautiful woman as young as yourself amass such an incredible record?
Trillian St. James : Trust me. It wasn't easy.
Canton : I think it's because you're not very good at what you do.
[Canton hits Trillian in the face]
Captain Atherton : Hey, steady on, Canton. No need for that.
Captain Atherton : [Recovers his stolen key card from Trillian] Ah, ah, ah. I believe that's my card, thank you.
Canton : Captain, I forget. Do we have a brig on this ship?
Captain Atherton : Yes, we do, sir, but it's not finished.
Trillian St. James : [angry tone] You can't put a lady in the brig!
Canton : True, but you, mademoiselle, are no lady.
Canton : But This ship is state of the art...
Captain Atherton : Doesn't matter with the computer systems down... we are sailing blind... and with no bloody way of contacting anyone for help.
Sonar Man : Sir? I've got something on my sonar.
Captain Atherton : What is it, Collins?
Sonar Man : I'm not sure sir... but whatever it is... it's big.
Canton : Probably a bottom feeding whale.
Sonar Man : Moving at 200 knots? Sir, I don't think so.
Captain Atherton : Where's it coming from?
Sonar Man : Directly below us sir... moving at 160 meters and still rising... 150 meters... 140 meters... 130... 120... 110... 90...
Canton : [looks at a video monitor] What are those things?
Sonar Man : 80... 50 meters...
[the Ottoia ram the ship]