Gerard Murphy: Nord
Mariner : I want the girl.
Deacon : You know, I thought you were stupid, friend. But I underestimated you. You are a total freaking retard! Ha-ha-ha...
Mariner : I want the girl. That's all.
Deacon : Well, what on this screwed-up earth of ours makes you think you're gonna get her?
[the Mariner takes a flare from his belt, and holds it over a hole leading down to the Deez's fuel hold]
Mariner : You know what this is. I drop it, you burn.
Doctor : We all burn...
Deacon : Now-now-now, let's not do anything rash here. I mean, are you sure this kid is worth it? I mean, she never does stop talking, she never shuts up!
Mariner : I noticed.
Deacon : So what is it, then? It's the map.
Mariner : She's my friend.
Deacon : Golly gee, a single tear rolls down my cheek. You're gonna die for your friend.
Mariner : If it comes to that.
[He ignites the flare, and holds it over the hole again]
Nord : He's bluffing! I'll kill him.
Enola : He's not bluffing, he never bluffs.
Deacon : SHUT UP!
[to the Mariner]
Deacon : I-I-I-I-I don't think you're gonna drop that torch, my friend.
Mariner : Why not?
Deacon : Because you're not crazy.
[the Mariner smiles, lifts his hand, and drops the flare down the hole]
Deacon : NO-O-O-O-O!
Nord : [to the Mariner] You should have stayed under water.