Monica Teasdale: I would have stopped working a long time ago if I could have figured out what to do with myself.

Monica Teasdale: I've learned quite a lot about Mr. Honey and I know he isn't crazy like they're saying out there. That funny little man is brave and kind and on the level, and he believed what he was telling me. But even I can see it's going to be awfully easy to settle a lot of things by throwing him to the wolves, to say he's crazy and let it go at that. That's why I wanted to meet the people he worked for, to see if they're going to stand behind him, somebody has to.

Monica Teasdale: Just a minute, if I'm going to meet my Maker, I'd like to know about it.

Monica Teasdale: My gift to posterity is a few cans of celluloid on a junk heap someday.

Monica Teasdale: No, the work you do, if you could've finished that, all thse people and lots more wouldn't be in the spot they are in right now. That's the kind of work that hsould be finished.

Monica Teasdale: The scientist says the plane is going to crash, the captain says it's not. Your vote doesn't count because you have to side with the captain which means it's a tie.
[the propellers slow]
Monica Teasdale: What's that?
Marjorie Corder: He seems to be saving fuel.
Monica Teasdale: He wouldn't do that without a reason.

Monica Teasdale: We were going to take off, only he told them they shouldn't, and the lever was right there, he just pulled it. You've never seen such a commotion in your life. I guess a thing like that has never happened before in the history of the world.

Sir Philip: Listen Scotty, pilots and desks, dogs and cats, natural enemies. We've got a theme song, you can laugh, pilot's error. Whenever anything goes wrong with their calculations and there's a smash up, pilot's error. Rosie. You remember Harry Ward?
Dennis Scott: Yes I do.
Sir Philip: Well look at what they did to him. He was piloting that Reindeer when it flew into the hill at Labrador a couple of motnhs ago. All in little pieces, nothing to go on. Pilot dead, so pilot's error.
Dennis Scott: You don't think it was pilot's error.
Sir Philip: With Harry Ward, Scott? You can't be serious. They said he was dropping off altitude in an overcast. He wouldn't do a crazy thing like that, he'd be tried. Rosie, if you can tear yourself away from the salt mines for a couple of minutes, we would like a couple of wodkas.

Sir Philip: Scotty, meet Rosie, she's a spy. Wait till you see her bedroom, it's absolutely papered in blueprints.

Theodore Honey: I estimated a required speed of 420 miles per hour to bring the forces into equilebrium. This can be obtained by a dominal flight path of 27 degrees below the horizontal. That angle would keep us from plunging straight in although at that speed the impact would be rather severe, see?
Monica Teasdale: I see, I don't see it all of course, but I do understand that when you think something out, you don't stop halfway do you?