This is exactly like The Deep End of the Ocean .

It made me more serious.

It's a horse, resting in deep slumber!

It's clearly undisturbed by us.

The world is too small for someone like Bruce Wayne to disappear no matter how deep he chooses to sink.

You mean, sir? And shave off my moustache.

Look, boats sink. I mean, nobody knows why.

But I didn't want to argue semantics with these boys, so after a very long, uncomfortable pause, I said,

Depth

Depth

And the fourth one. One, two, three.

If you were to fall into the water at the North Pole, you'd fall into water that's 13,980 feet deep.

A Klingon armada was destroyed, 47 ships.

Get down.

Get off!

It's not gonna rain.

It's not gonna rain.

All right, son, out you get.

How deep are they?

An unsinkable boat!

Sink.

Come down if you'd delight me

I'd estimate you now know more that 99.44 of the population, about what make interactive rendering tick.

Come on. Sink or swim!

Get out. What do you want? Get your ass out of here !

Get the fuck down off of my obstacle.

I'm right here. You could do it, Phil.

You have to go.

Go on, hop off.

The shipping logs for the freighter he used to drop the whole mess down a trench deep enough to guarantee that no remains will ever be identified.

Depth of Root Window

in the depth of the sky

The glaciers are actually leaving us.

Come on, get out already!

So far, this is enough toxin to cover the face of Lake Eerie a foot deep.

Silence is golden.

Minute of silence!

The SILENCE.

Deposition of silt?

Come down. Come on.

She's not gonna jump.

The Elizabethans described language as decorated silence.

He told me that a gipsy had done it for him when he was a lad.

The sun is about to set.

The sun was about to set.