D: "I just don't understand how you can be so inhumanely calm down her, fifteen feet below downtown Indianapolis, ankle deep in rat s***, but you have a panic attack when you think your finger is infected." A: "This just isn't scary."
A: "Imagine you're trying to find someone, or even you're trying to find yourself, but you have no senses, no way to know where the walls are, which way is forward or backward, what is water and what is air. You're senseless and shapeless- you feel like you can only describe what you are by identifying what you're not, and you're floating around in a body with no control. You don't get to decide who you like or where you live or when you can eat or what you fear. You're just stuck in there, totally alone, in this darkness. That's scary."
"I kind of hope not. I mean I'm all for clean water, but I kind of want to be able to come here again in like ten or twenty years or something. Like, instead of going to my high school reunion, I want to be here ."
"Yeah, keep Pogue's Run filthy because he view from the unfinished water treatment tunnel is spectacular. Thanks Russell Pickett for your corruption and incompetence."
"I wonder if they'll ever finish this thing."
A: "Pogue's Run. Wait, where does Pogue's Run start? Where is it's mouth? The mouth of a river is where it ends, not where it begins. This is the mouth." D: "Pogue's Run. Holy s***, Holmesy. We're in the jogger's mouth."
D: "What are we gonna do?" A: "Nothing. Nothing. We're gonna turn around, walk back to the party, hang out with fancy art people, and get home by curfew. I'll tell Davis so he knows. We let him decide whether to tell Noah. Other than that, we don't say a word." D: "All right. I mean, is he down here right now?" A: "I don't know. I don't think it's for us to know." D: "Right. How could he have been down here this whole time though?--God, that smell . . ."