- Christina 'Chris' Cotter: [sitting on the dock next to each other looking out at the ocean] I'll be asleep, and all the sudden there he is, that big smile. You know that smile. And I say, 'Hey, Bobby - where you been?' but he won't tell me. He just smiles and says, 'Remember, Christina: I'll always love you; I loved you the moment I saw you; I love you now; and I love you forever. There's no goodbyes - there's only love, Christina; only love. Then he's gone. But he's always happy when he goes so I know he's got to be okay - absolutely okay.
- Ethel Shatford: [holds her hand] I love your dream.
- Billy's voice: The fog's just lifting. Throw off your bow line; throw off your stern. You head out to South channel, past Rocky Neck, Ten Pound Island. Past Niles Pond where I skated as a kid. Blow your air-horn and throw a wave to the lighthouse keeper's kid on Thatcher Island. Then the birds show up: black backs, herring gulls, big dump ducks. The sun hits ya - head North. Open up to 12 - steamin' now. The guys are busy; you're in charge. Ya know what? You're a goddam swordboat captain! Is there any thing better in the world?
- Linda Greenlaw: [at the services for the crew of the Andrea Gail] I knew Billy Tyne, but I did not know his crew very well, but any man who sailed with him, must have been the better for it. Robert Shatford, Dale Murphy, Micheal Moran, David Sullivan, Alfred Pierre... May you rest easy long-liners, in fair winds, and calm seas... For those of us left behind, the vast unmarked grave which is home for those lost at sea is no consolation. It can't be visited, there is no headstone on which to rest a bunch of flowers... The only place we can revisit them, is in our hearts, or in our dreams. They say swordboatmen suffer from a lack of dreams, that's what begets their courage... Well we'll dream for you: Billy, and Bobby, and Murph, Bugsy, Sully, and Alfred Pierre... Sleep well... Good Night...
- Bobby Shatford: [floating in the water during the storm] Christina? Christina, can you hear me? I don't know if you can, but I'm talking to ya, baby. Do you know how much I love you? I loved you the moment I saw you. I love you now, and I'll love you forever. No goodbye. There's only love, Christina. Only love.
- Bobby Shatford: Last night was worth it. There's nothin like sleepin' with you... just sleepin'... lyin next to you... all warm and sweet... Me wishin' the mornin' would never come...
- [last words before the room fills up with water]
- Dale 'Murph' Murphy: This is gonna be hard on my little boy.
- Todd Gross, TV Meteorologist: [showing Pam the satellite images from his computer screen] Look, look at this. We got Hurricane Grace moving north off the Atlantic seaboard. Huge... getting massive. Two, this low south of Sable Island, ready to explode. Look at this. Three, a fresh cold front swooping down from Canada. But it's caught a ride on the jet stream... and is motoring hell-bent towards the Atlantic. What if Hurricane Grace runs smack into it? Add to the scenario this baby off Sable Island, scrounging for energy. She'll start feeding off both the Canadian cold front... and Hurricane Grace. You could be a meteorologist all your life... and never see something like this. It would be a disaster of epic proportions. It would be... the perfect storm.
- Quentin - The Old Timer: [at the counter of the bar, after hearing the Andrea Gail is headed for the Flemish Cap] The Flemish Cap? Went there once... in '62. Lots of fish...
- [pause... hushed]
- Quentin - The Old Timer: and lots of weather...
- Christina 'Chris' Cotter: [letter to Bobby] Hi, Bobby, you're somewhere out there, on the deep blue goddamn sea, and I'm writing this on a box two semi-down pillows, that I secretly bought for us at Penny's, and I'm smiling at myself because the surprise I have in store for you... I'm talking removal, from our dungeons in the Crow's Nest... to our own place... It's no great shakes but... but ya gotta begin with a baby shake... right? Forever love Bobby... I'm in this for the long run...
- [Bob Brown enters the tavern to see everyone looking at him with blank faces]
- Ethel Shatford: If it was good news, he would've called us.
- Sgt. Jeremy Mitchell: [floating in the water during the storm, preparing to rescue her] Good Afternoon, Madam. I'm Sgt Jeremy Mitchell, and I'll be your pararescue jumper today. How are you doing?
- Bobby Shatford: [in the bridge of the Andrea Gail] Skip, what are we gonna do about those numbers? They suck.
- Captain Billy Tyne: The boys are talking? About how I lost it? Billy Tyne's lost it? Things get a little slow they're ready to draw and quarter you. I didn't think you would go along with them.
- Bobby Shatford: It's not that, Skip. I'm out here because I need the money.
- Captain Billy Tyne: You know, last trip I thought you had something to offer. But you know, you're just a punk.
- Bobby Shatford: Hey, you promised me a shitload of fish!
- Captain Billy Tyne: You'll get a shitload of fish. I've gone out before and motored back with so much stock little boys like you had to pack it on the pier. I always find the fish, always! And I will this time. So don't fuck with me!
- Linda Greenlaw: [warning Billy over the radio] Billy? Get outta there! Come about! Let it- let it carry you out of there! What the hell are you doing? Billy! For Christ sake! You're steaming into a bomb! Turn around for Christ sake! Billy, can ya hear me? You're headed right for the middle of the monster! Billy?...
- [starts crying]
- Linda Greenlaw: ... Oh, my God!
- Moss: What in Jupiter's Balls?
- Linda Greenlaw: [Losing contact with the Andrea Gail, Linda picks up her ship's radio] Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! This is the Hannah Boden relaying a mayday for the Andrea Gail...
- Bobby Shatford: [in the bridge of the Andrea Gail] So, what are you so happy about?
- Captain Billy Tyne: You just caught me on a good night. I'm doing what I was made to do - and I've got a feeling I'm going to do it even better this time.
- Captain Billy Tyne: Fogs just lifting, throw off your bow line throw of your stern. Head out the south channel. Past Rocky Neck and Ten Pound Island, past Niles Pond where I skated as a kid. Blow your air horn, and throw a wave to the lighthouse keeper's kid on thatcher island. Then the birds show up-- black backs and herring gulls, big dump ducks. The sun hits you, you head north and open up to 12-- steaming now. The guys are busy, you're in charge, and you know what, you're a goddamn swordboat captain, is there anything better in the world?
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