Match the words to the sentences

afternoon, away, bigger, creature, dig, gone, hear, louder, way, wrong

PACKARD: So I says to him, "What's wrong with my meatloaf?" And he says to me... Oh. Hold on a second, Margie, I got another call. Sir, we're approaching coordinates. Hello, Margie? Yeah, so anyways, he says...

ROURKE: All right, let's have a look around.

HELGA: Aye, sir. Set course to 2-4-0. 15 degrees down angle on the bow planes. Come right 2-4-0.

ROURKE: Welcome to the bridge, Mr. Thatch. OK, everybody. I want you to give Mr. Thatch your undivided attention.

MILO: Good (1)_________________. Can everyone hear me OK? Heh, OK, uh, how...how about some slides? The...the first slide is a depiction of a creature. A creature so frightening that sailors were said to be driven mad by the mere sight of it.

PACKARD: Hubba, hubba.

MILO: Uh, I'm sorry that's... (2)_________________.

AUDREY: [Spanish accent] Geez, I used to take lunch money from guys like this.

MILO: Anyway, this, uh... OK. This is an illustration of the Leviathan, the (3)_________________ guarding the entrance to Atlantis.

VINNY: With something like that I would have white wine, I think.

MILO: It's a mythical sea serpent. He's described in the Book of Job. The... the Bible says, "Out of his mouth go burning lights, sparks of fire shoot out." But more likely it's a carving or a sculpture to frighten the superstitious.

ROURKE: So we find this masterpiece. Then what?

MOLIERE: When do we dig?

MILO: Actually, we don't have to (4)_________________. You see, according to the Journal, the path to Atlantis will take us down a tunnel at the bottom of the ocean, and we'll come up a curve into an air pocket right here where we'll find the remnants of an ancient highway that will lead us to Atlantis. Kind of like the grease trap in your sink.

HELGA: Cartographer, linguist, plumber. Hard to believe he's still single.

MOLIERE: You said there would be digging.

HELGA: Go (5)_________________, Mole.

CREW: Captain, you'd better come look at this, sir.

ROURKE: OK, class dismissed.  Give me exterior lights.

HELGA: Look at that.

MILO: There are ships here from every era.

[Beeping] [Hiss] [Radio static]

PACKARD: Commander, I think you should hear this.

MILO: "Predeshtem logtu nug... nah geb."

PACKARD: Commander? Commander?

MILO: "Enter the lair of the Leviathan."

PACKARD: Commander?

MILO: "There you will find the path to the gateway."

PACKARD: Commander?

ROURKE: Yes, Mrs. Packard. What is it?

PACKARD: I'm picking up something on the hydrophone I think you should (6)_________________.

ROURKE: Put it on speakers. [Groaning and whooshing sounds] What is it? A pod of whales?

PACKARD: Uh-uh. (7)_________________.

HELGA: It sounds metallic. Could be an echo off one of the rocks.

PACKARD: Do you want to do my job? Be my guest.

MILO: Is it just me, or is that getting (8)_________________?

HELGA: Well, whatever it was, it's (9)_________________ now.

ROURKE: Helmsman! Bring us about. Tighten our search pattern and slow us to...

[Crash] [Alarm bell ringing]

AUDREY: Out of the (10)_________________!

[Crew shouting] [Roar]

ROURKE: Tell Cookie to melt the butter and break out the bibs. I want this lobster served up on a silver platter.


Answers:

PACKARD: So I says to him, "What's wrong with my meatloaf?" And he says to me... Oh. Hold on a second, Margie, I got another call. Sir, we're approaching coordinates. Hello, Margie? Yeah, so anyways, he says...

ROURKE: All right, let's have a look around.

HELGA: Aye, sir. Set course to 2-4-0. 15 degrees down angle on the bow planes. Come right 2-4-0.

ROURKE: Welcome to the bridge, Mr. Thatch. OK, everybody. I want you to give Mr. Thatch your undivided attention.

MILO: Good (1)afternoon. Can everyone hear me OK? Heh, OK, uh, how...how about some slides? The...the first slide is a depiction of a creature. A creature so frightening that sailors were said to be driven mad by the mere sight of it.

PACKARD: Hubba, hubba.

MILO: Uh, I'm sorry that's... (2)wrong.

AUDREY: [Spanish accent] Geez, I used to take lunch money from guys like this.

MILO: Anyway, this, uh... OK. This is an illustration of the Leviathan, the (3)creature guarding the entrance to Atlantis.

VINNY: With something like that I would have white wine, I think.

MILO: It's a mythical sea serpent. He's described in the Book of Job. The... the Bible says, "Out of his mouth go burning lights, sparks of fire shoot out." But more likely it's a carving or a sculpture to frighten the superstitious.

ROURKE: So we find this masterpiece. Then what?

MOLIERE: When do we dig?

MILO: Actually, we don't have to (4)dig. You see, according to the Journal, the path to Atlantis will take us down a tunnel at the bottom of the ocean, and we'll come up a curve into an air pocket right here where we'll find the remnants of an ancient highway that will lead us to Atlantis. Kind of like the grease trap in your sink.

HELGA: Cartographer, linguist, plumber. Hard to believe he's still single.

MOLIERE: You said there would be digging.

HELGA: Go (5)away, Mole.

CREW: Captain, you'd better come look at this, sir.

ROURKE: OK, class dismissed.  Give me exterior lights.

HELGA: Look at that.

MILO: There are ships here from every era.

[Beeping] [Hiss] [Radio static]

PACKARD: Commander, I think you should hear this.

MILO: "Predeshtem logtu nug... nah geb."

PACKARD: Commander? Commander?

MILO: "Enter the lair of the Leviathan."

PACKARD: Commander?

MILO: "There you will find the path to the gateway."

PACKARD: Commander?

ROURKE: Yes, Mrs. Packard. What is it?

PACKARD: I'm picking up something on the hydrophone I think you should (6)hear.

ROURKE: Put it on speakers. [Groaning and whooshing sounds] What is it? A pod of whales?

PACKARD: Uh-uh. (7)Bigger.

HELGA: It sounds metallic. Could be an echo off one of the rocks.

PACKARD: Do you want to do my job? Be my guest.

MILO: Is it just me, or is that getting (8)louder?

HELGA: Well, whatever it was, it's (9)gone now.

ROURKE: Helmsman! Bring us about. Tighten our search pattern and slow us to...

[Crash] [Alarm bell ringing]

AUDREY: Out of the (10)way!

[Crew shouting] [Roar]

ROURKE: Tell Cookie to melt the butter and break out the bibs. I want this lobster served up on a silver platter.