"Speed: 85 iles an hour! 2, 6, 8! 88 iles! 12 minutes remaining! We will cross the deadline in 10 minutes! We only have 12 minutes." "Make it fly spectacularly." "You'll die with us! Do you think so? We've made our stopover preparations." "Here's to a wonderful rendezvous." "Listen up!" "He's a blonde in a red coat! Find him, or else!" " Get the lead out!" " You, check the engine room! It's crawling with 'em!" "This isn't my day." "What'm I gonna do? Hey, you." "Why did you save me? Ow! You mean "Thank you for saving me," don't you?" "! Yes, as you said." "So, what are the Baddie Laddies planning to do? Well... They're going to drop the train into the canyon?" "! Goddamn!" "Give me a break! Now I'm sure of it." "Death and Poverty like me so much, they brought friends! Not to mention the Insurance Girls! Why?" "Why did I say it was dad's ship?  Shit! What's that good-for-nothing workaholic got to do with anything?" "! RIGHT ON! Let's get going! Go where? This is no time to fret over this and that." "You need to reserve some room in your brain." "I'm stopping the ship." "So are you." "Yes, sir." "Hey, isn't this...? Yeah." "It's the blueprint of the Flourish." "How'd you get this? It's not the real one." "I copied it from my dad's workplace when I was a kid." "But this is really something... It's reproduced down to the tiny scribbles." "You must have had a lot of respect for your dad." "Kaite?  Kaite!  Kaite, become the kind of person who does things for others." "For me,  it was the sand steamer." "I wonder what you'll devote your life to?  Dammit... What's there for someone like me to do? What are you get-ting... ...all sent-i-men-tal... ...on me for, you lit-tle squirt?" "! Feeling better now? What? We're going to survive. GOT THAT?" "! Yeah." "What? A dud? That was freakish." "What a haul, what a haul! At the end, take a right! I gotcha..." "These are all voice tubes? Yeah, but... Do you really think this'll work? The ball is in motion." "We just have to see if they pick it up." "He got us, boss! He's not human! This is great, just like a dime novel! I'm going to see if he really sparkles! Hey, scumbags!  If any of you drag your heels till time-out, I'll kill you!  Bring me the blonde, or else!  A one, and... I'm at the starboard passenger cabins!" "It's him!" "It's the blonde! Good, hold him there." "I'll send help." "It's no good!" "He's hid himself with incredible speed! AAARGH! Ham." "Excellent! Now I'll be able to guess where they are." "But how am I going to let you know? Isn't this...? Talk into it and I'll hear you." "I don't wanna walk into a bunch of'em in a narrow passageway." "I'm counting on you." "Hold on a second! What are you doing with this lost technology?" "!" "Who are you?" "! I'd explain it to you... ...but you wouldn't believe me, and there's no time." "Anyways, don't worry about little details! See ya! Vash! Goddamn!" "Why does it start like this?" "! What is it?" "! I screwed up." "They're bleeding bad!" "I have to help them! Help them?" "You mean... Do you mean to tell me... ...you've been trying not to kill them the entire time?" "! I can't understand you! No matter how good a shot you are, you're going to get yourself killed! I guess it is kind of stupid of me." "That's true... It's sloppy." "But, you know what? I made a promise." "If I put out even one flame of life... ...it would make her sad." "Her? Hostilities at the central stairway, 3rd floor!  Good!" "Port passenger cabin team, head round behind the central stairway! Everybody on floors 1-5, leave off activities! Take positions around each stairway and close in! What's our time? Seven minutes left." "When you're there, speed across." "They're grouping above and below you." "Roger." "That stupid... Don't underestimate the Bad Lad Gang! No, you've got to stop underestimating the entire human race! Me and them, we've betrayed, and let lots of people die." "It's too late for us to go back! You're too clean! Then you should start over." "Your ticket to the future is always... ...blank! He's broken past the central engineer's cabin!  He's a tough bastard...  He's good, but he's also got the Devil's own luck." "What should we do, boss? This ain't no luck." "Good." "Keep going straight." "There should be a stairway on your right." "Take it down." "Don't go anywhere else!" "That's the only unmanned place." "Welcome to the party hall." "Were my directions clear enough for you? Kaite... ...get out of that room, now." "You sparkle quite well." "Very impressive." "Are you no longer afraid of dying? We found him, boss!" "It's the kid!  Get up, you!" "You gave us a lot of trouble!  You're all out of tricks." "Oh, well." "It's a real accomplishment that your impromptu team got this far." "However, the sad fact is, reality almost never turns out that beautiful." "I feel for you." "Adios." "That's far enough." "What are you trying to pull? I'm not particularly fond of this method... ...but I believed it would be the easiest way to get past you." "I am Meryl Stryfe from the Bernardelli Insurance Society." "I have also been called Derringer Meryl." "Don't try to mess with us, little girl! Um... ...my name is Milly Thompson." "Let's see... For now, I guess you can call me Stungun Milly." "We'll let you off easy this time." "We don't seem to have a lot of time." "Now, act like a reasonable adult... ...and take care of them quickly, Mr. Vash the Stampede." "Vash the Stampede? It looks like time is running out." "The ship is taking a real beating." "I doubt it'll last that long." "What do you wanna do? Wanna go down with me? I'll drop you right now! Let's find out just who sparkles the most between us." "You thugs stay out of it!" "We'll settle it in a duel." "If I win, will you stop the ship? If you want." "Abnormal heating in the engine! The hull is screaming! Now all we can do is bet on him!  He's our only hope!  I know it's rather trite, but let's start when this hits the deck." "All right?" " Mr. Vash!" " Are they both hit?" "! You idiot... That's what you get for jumping around like an acrobat in the shape you're in." "Why don't you finish him?" "Boss?" "! Shut up! He only ripped his wounds open." "Boss... ...you're too soft on people." "You should use those huge dynamos." "It's like I always say." "Nothing shines like hard-won fame." "Vash won! All right!  Hit the brakes!" "Hurry! Yes, sir! It's no good!" "They won't engage! Did the impact damage the system?" "! Abnormal rise of pressure in the boiler! At this rate, the entire hull will explode! Force the engines to stop!" "Hurry! You were fighting in that condition?" "! We have to get that looked after! Emergency! What's the problem? There's been a system malfunction!" "We've lost the steering! What?" "! Kaite... Is there a way to stop the engines? We have to power down the system manually! Where do we do that? This ship is too old! It's in Engine Room no.2. There's an emergency stop lever inside the control system." "You little brat! So this is how you did it! Damn!" "Damn! Damn! I'll never forget... ...how my crewmate was killed right in front of me! I won't accept your help." "We'll stop the ship ourselves! Kaite...  Kaite." "What you gonna do, Kaite?  Yeah, I know." "I have to pay for what I've done. 4,500 yarz until deadline!  4,000 yarz remaining!  All right, open it! 3,500 yarz!  3,000!  Where's the lever?" "! What is this?" "!" "This place is like a cellar! 2,500!  Look! It's way over there... 2,000!  This isn't working, dammit!" "It won't budge! We can't get through all these pipes! 1,800!  Go." "It's hopeless!" "We'll never make it! Calm down!" "Think! Think! Move! Emergency stop system activated! How many yarz left? 800! It's no good! It's too late! We were all saved thanks to Mr. Nasty's selfless act of heroism." "Neon did that? Don't get the wrong idea." "I just paid off my wager." "Next time we meet, it's no holds barred." "I'll take that life of yours, count on it." "That smug jerk lorded it over us all the way home." "So...  ... on the first evening...  ... a pebble from somewhere drops upon the world." "So... That song! So it's old!" "I like it." "It's a good song! Oh, yeah." "It is a good song." "I'm shocked.  ... hold hands and compose a waltz." "It's the same song she loved!  Sound life." "So...  ... on the third evening...  ... the children of the waltz make waves upon the world." "Damn! You're making me cry! Dammit, you're making fun of me! Ow!" "What're you doing to me?" "!" "I'm injured! Shut up, you flaky ham! F-F-Flaky ham?" "!" "? That's right, you big pork rind!"