Bessie Limpet: Henry, am I the widow of a man or the wife of a fish?
Henry Limpet: Well, let's be logical, Bessie. You can't very well keep me in the bathtub, can you?

Henry Limpet: Doesn't it kind of give you a thrill of hope, George?
George Stickel: Hope for what, Henry?
Henry Limpet: Well, with the war in Europe and new weapons being invented all the time, why, what if men were actually foolish enough to destroy themselves completely? Then, you see, the fish in the ocean would develop into a new race of men, and, well, this time they might turn out better, you see?

Henry Limpet: I wish, I wish I were a fish.

[Crusty and Limpet are swimming around a sunken ship]
Crusty: No wonder this thing died! Look at all the stuff it ate!