BRETT: And we're totally removed from all civilization?
MANCUSO: Son, we're 300m below. Nothin' down here but... the sounds of the sea.
(The sub's light finds a whale.)
BRETT: That whale is... is singing "You're Beautiful".
MANCUSO: No, son... he's singing the mating call of the Southern Right Whale.
BRETT: Permissions to harpoon the bastard, sir.
MANCUSO: This is a scientific vessel, son. Only things we shoot are grant auditors.
