Character: Joey Pantucci

- They're gaining on us! They're coming! We need them to stop!
I know only one way to stop them is to kill or to feed.
- Feed? All I've got is a wet stick of gum and a breath mint.

I find it hard to breathe. Is it possible to get asthma? Or it is inherited?

- I ask: could it be worse? [lights go out]
- Thank You, Joy. [include barrel-attached lights]
- TA-TA-TA... Well, attached to me this song...
Apparently they chewed through the hull and so got inside. Well, strong.
- I'm glad you're impressed.

How do you turn this damn thing on?

- What the hell is that?
- "The girl from Ipanema". Listen, guys, do you mind if we get off?
We are all on the verge of death due to the fact that you made a mistake in the calculations?
- I just underestimated the market!

- What the hell was that?
- I don't know, I didn't really notice! You got all the parts?
- Even if forgetting something, not going back again.

- In the nose on the starboard side - hole with the ne.
Old Jezebel got hit directly on the brain. We jumped... in my opinion, it was a speedboat.
- Boat? At this distance from land? The boat could not be so far in the open sea.

- It stings. Look, let's take a break. You have novocaine?
- True, my love. Only a very little. Smack!
- I need to increase the dose.
- You are always asked to increase the dose.

This is the year of my life.

Wow. Bad. Oh shit. Shit.
- Seems to be a lack of love here.

- By the way, I'm hungry.
- You're always hungry.
- Yeah, so what? I have a growing boy.
- Still growing? You care so much?
- Say thank you that I am not a cannibal.

I hate this bloody water stuff.

They have to work blindly. I thought you fixed the radar.
- Why so nervous? You have to be gentle.
- Gentle, my ass. The whole system has died.
- Killed off by your negative vibes.