Elisa: [in sign language] If we do nothing, neither are we.
Giles: [interpreting Elisa] When he looks at me, the way he looks at me... He does not know, what I lack... Or - how - I am incomplete. He sees me, for what I - am, as I am. He's happy - to see me. Every time. Every day. Now, I can either save him... or let him die.
Giles: If I told you about her, what would I say? That they lived happily ever after? I believe they did. That they were in love? That they remained in love? I'm sure that's true. But when I think of her - of Elisa - the only thing that comes to mind is a poem, whispered by someone in love, hundreds of years ago: "Unable to perceive the shape of You, I find You all around me. Your presence fills my eyes with Your love, It humbles my heart, For You are everywhere."
Giles: Oh! God, to be young and beautiful. If I could go back
Giles: to when I was 18 - I didn't know anything about anything - I'd give myself a bit of advice.
Elisa: [in sign language] What would you say?
Giles: I would say: Take better care of your teeth and fuck, a lot more.
[Elisa smiles and gently nudges him]
Giles: Oh no, no, that's very good advice.
Giles: If I told you about her, the princess without voice, what would I say?
Richard Strickland: Fuck. You ARE a god.
Zelda: [to Elisa] Oh! Woman, we gon' burn in hell!
Strickland: You may think, "That thing looks human." Stands on two legs, right? But - we're created in the Lord's image. You don't think that's what the Lord looks like, do you?
Strickland: The natives in the Amazon worshipped it. Like a god. We need to take it apart, learn how it works.
Hoffstetler: I'm not competitive, I don't want an intricate, beautiful thing destroyed!
Strickland: [to himself in the mirror] You deliver. You deliver, that's what you do, you deliver. Right? RIGHT?
Zelda: Don't do this, Elisa. Don't do this!
Giles: If I told you about her, what would I say? I wonder.
Zelda: [to Elisa] Yeah. That's good. Keep that up. Lookin' like you don't know anything.
Hoyt: So go get some real decency, son. And unfuck this mess.
Strickland: [to Zelda and Elisa] Let me say this up-front: You clean that lab, you get out. The thing we keep in there is an affront. Do you know what an affront is, Zelda?
Zelda: Something offensive?
Strickland: That's right. And I should know, I dragged that... filthy thing... out of the river muck in South America all the way here. And along the way we didn't get to like each other much. Now. You may think, "That thing looks human." Stands on two legs, right? But - we're created in the Lord's image. You don't think that's what the Lord looks like, do you?
Giles: [to Elisa] Now, whatever this thing is, you need it. So, you just tell me what to do.
Fleming: Now. I don't want to bolster or overstate the matter, but uh, this may very well be *the* most sensitive asset ever to be housed in this facility.
Giles: Oh God! It's not even human.
Strickland: I deliver.
Giles: [interpreting Elisa] I can either save him, or let him die.
Strickland: What am I doing, interviewing the fucking help? The shit cleaners. The piss wipers.
Giles: He's a wild creature. We can't ask him to be anything else.
Giles: This is some of my best work.
Giles: Get him out? What are you talking about? No! Absolutely not!
Hoffstetler: Sir, we need to get him back in the water.
Mihalkov: [in Russian] Destroy it.
Hoffstetler: [speaking Russian] As Lenin said, / There is no profit in last week's fish.
Strickland: [to the creature] Fuck. You *are* a god...