Tess: Some men find it hard taking orders from a women--something about being on a ship and all that testosterone. Each of them trying to prove how big their fishing poles are.
Lena: My dad says you have to use the downtime to remember that we're only human. You know, you need to eat, sleep....
Lena: You're a pig.
Clark: Fair enough.
Jonas Beckett: How could you hate a girl with the name of Genevieve Pursot? I mean, her name alone sounds like just sweaty, raw, hammock sex.
Emmet: Death needs dignity, not ambition.
AJ: Why the hell are birds dropping out of the sky?
Lincoln: I don't know. Could be cold weather, lightning.
AJ: And they, what, forgot their little bird jackets?
Tess: Everybody, you know the drill.
AJ: Battening down the proverbial hatches.
Kurt: It's a boat. These are actual hatches.
Jonas Beckett: Months? I've been out here for months? I guess somewhere after eating the 1,000th earthworm, it all starts to blend together.
Clark: I could use another cameraman.
Jonas Beckett: Ha. You tried to kill me, and now you wanna offer me a job?
Clark: And a beer.
Jonas Beckett: *bleep* you.