- Reporter: Señorita, how did you ever get a name like Fathom?
- Fathom Harvill: A fathom is six feet. Papa was hoping for a tall son. Papa was disappointed.
- Fathom Harvill: The name's Fathom Harvill.
- Mike, Owner of Casa Miguel: Fathom? How'd you get a name like Fathom?
- Fathom Harvill: It's short for Elizabeth.
- Peter Merriwether: Fathom, eh? I never met a Fathom. Where did you ever get a kinky name like that?
- Fathom Harvill: First initials for uncles- Freddy, Arthur, Tom, Harry, Oscar, Milton. They were all rich, and Papa wasn't taking any chances- unlike me.
- Sergi Serapkin: Please sit down, Miss...?
- Fathom Harvill: Harvill. Fathom Harvill. Please don't ask me how I got the name Fathom.
- Sergi Serapkin: Let me guess. Your father wanted a very tall son. Or you were named after wealthy relatives. Or as a child, you were very deep.
- Fathom Harvill: Two out of three, that's not bad.
- Fathom Harvill: [to Serapkin] Where I come from, we have a little ancient saying of our own: "Men on the make can go jump in the lake."
- Fathom Harvill: Fathom, by any chance, did they search you?
- Fathom Harvill: I'll put it this way - my next jumpsuit won't have a zipper!
- Flight Lt. Timothy Webb: [Watching the body of Col Campbell fall to the ground] Sorry about that, Guv'ner.
- Flight Lt. Timothy Webb: [to Fathom] Amazing what fish you can pull out of the sea if you're patient!
- Colonel Campbell: Pure and simple, lassie, with this wee box in their hands they'd have the power to turn the world into a black, broiled mushroom.
- Colonel Campbell: [showing a film of Jo-May sunbathing] Major Jo-May Soon.
- Fathom Harvill: Major?
- Colonel Campbell: That was the rank she held in the Mongolian KGB. Tasty fortune cookie, that one.
- Fathom Harvill: I wouldn't say I was in any trouble - aside from a little treason, arson, murder, and a parking ticket four days ago in Seville, I'm having a picnic.
- Flight Lt. Timothy Webb: [Spotting Merriwether in the helicopter] Keep following, chum - Col Campbell has a nice reception committee waiting for you!
- Peter Merriwether: [while watching Fathom running away from the bull] I love this world!
- Fathom Harvill: Then why do you want to blow it up?
- Peter Merriwether: Isn't that a little melodramatic?
- Fathom Harvill: What do you call H-Bombs - light comedy?
- [Starts running again]
- Peter Merriwether: H-Bombs? How did H-Bombs get into this cosy chat?
- Flight Lt. Timothy Webb: [Pulling Fathom into the train compartment] Someone's turning you into a piegon - carrier type!
- Colonel Campbell: Tell them HADES won't be needing any assistance at the moment - assuming that Miss Fathom Harvill, dental assistant, La Jolla, California, on a three-week tour with the US jumping team, is half of what I think she is.
- Fathom Harvill: Well, half of her is fascinated. But the other half tells me to get out of here.
- Colonel Campbell: The first half is the one I like - the brave and bonnie one who's going to help us find the fire dragon.
- Colonel Campbell: Code name for the contents of this wee box - fire dragon. Well named. It's a fail-safe device which triggers the hydrogen bomb by electronic signal. Need I say what it would mean if this fire dragon fell into hostile hands?
- Colonel Campbell: Oh, I'm squeaking again. The sea air disagrees with the lubricant in my titanium knee joint.
- Fathom Harvill: You're splashy with women, Mr Merriwether.
- Peter Merriwether: My friends call me Peter.
- Fathom Harvill: What do your enemies call you?
- Peter Merriwether: Enemies? Me? No, I live in a world of love.
- Peter Merriwether: I hate disbelieving lovely girls. Merriwether's my name. P for Peter. What's yours?
- Fathom Harvill: Harvill. Fathom. F for fathead.
- Peter Merriwether: You're either the coolest cookie I've ever met or exactly as you said, a skydiver. With the nuttiest sense of direction. For the time being, we'll give you the benefit of the doubt.
- Fathom Harvill: Very handsome of you, Mr Merriwether.
- Fathom Harvill: Believe me, it's a pleasure.
- Fathom Harvill: I skydive into a pad full of mad Mongolian butchers and seduce the boss into telling all.
- Fathom Harvill: You think he'll take the bait?
- Flight Lt. Timothy Webb: You're too modest, Fathom, love. He'll bite on you.
- Flight Lt. Timothy Webb: Hop aboard your pleasure barge. Mind your step. Fathom, love, you're a real killer.
- Sergi Serapkin: I must meet a gentleman from London. The result of our meeting may recompense me for the more gentle plunder you have denied me here.
- Fathom Harvill: I'm blown.
- Flight Lt. Timothy Webb: Blown?
- Fathom Harvill: Well, isn't that the expression you agents use?
- Fathom Harvill: What makes you think I buy your story?
- Peter Merriwether: Because of my devastating sincerity. It shines like a candle in this naughty world.
- Sergi Serapkin: Do you know to whom you speak, Señor?
- Mike, Owner of Casa Miguel: I don't care if you're King of the Eskimos. Out!
- Mike, Owner of Casa Miguel: That was a mistake.
- Fathom Harvill: I've been making quite a few of those lately.
- Fathom Harvill: The travel agents did say that Spain wouldn't be boring. Thank you.
- Mike, Owner of Casa Miguel: Oh, bed, breakfast and bouncing, all for £3 a day.
- Flight Lt. Timothy Webb: Love, are you crazy?
- Fathom Harvill: I'm a girl who loves to be surrounded by men. Lots of men. It makes me feel so secure.
- Fathom Harvill: Well, where shall it be? Tahiti? Zanzibar? The golden trail to Samarkand?
- Peter Merriwether: An igloo in Baffin Land would be heaven with you to warm it.
- Sergi Serapkin: Gentlemen, I am going to win. Now, how do you propose we play the game?
- Flight Lt. Timothy Webb: I'm a detective, Serapkin. I'm playing hide and seek. Somebody hid it and I seek it.
- Sergi Serapkin: A child's game. I trust, Mr Merriwether, you can offer something a little more formidable?
- Peter Merriwether: I play all games. Golf, tennis, poker. I even toss the caber. The only game I ever lost was spin the bottle, and that was on purpose.
- Sergi Serapkin: How sad. I am a Ione professional in a field of amateurs.
- Fathom Harvill: They never make a fuss of me when I land, Fathom.
- George: Maybe you ought to let your hair grow longer.
- Fathom Harvill: [Recognising the serial number Peter has just read out] Hey - that's my passport number!
- Peter Merriwether: [Looking at Fathom's passport] You know, your picture doesn't do you justice!