Captain Nemo: I asked you to leave, Professor.
Prof. Pierre Arronax: You also asked me ashore, to show me man's inhumanity to man. Why? To justify this? You are not only a murderer, you are a hypocrite. The proof lies out there.
Captain Nemo: You call that murder? Well, I see murder, too. Not on those drowned faces out there, but on the faces of dead thousands! They are the assassins, the dealers in death. I am the avenger!

Captain Nemo: Mr. Land, you saved my life. Why?
Ned Land: That's a good question. Well, there's only one thing a fella can do when he's made a mistake as big as this.
Conseil: What?
Ned Land: Get drunk!

Captain Nemo: The natives over there are cannibals. They eat liars with the same enthusiasm as they eat honest men.

Captain Nemo: There's a fork on your left, Mr. Land. Or aren't you accustomed to utensils?
Ned Land: I'm indifferent to 'em.

Captain Nemo: Think of it. On the surface there is hunger and fear. Men still exercise unjust laws. They fight, tear one another to pieces. A mere few feet beneath the waves their reign ceases, their evil drowns. Here on the ocean floor is the only independence. Here I am free! Imagine what would happen if they controlled machines such as this submarine boat. Far better that they think there's a monster and hunt me with harpoons.

[Donning diving gear]
Ned Land: Fine way to go huntin'. I knew there'd be a catch to this.
Conseil: Seems you can't do anything on this boat without getting wet.
Ned Land: Hey, I feel like I'm keepin' a fish outta work.

[Ned cautiously samples his "pudding"]
Ned Land: What is it?
Captain Nemo: It's my own recipe: sauté of unborn octopus.

[Upon arriving on a deserted beach with Ned Land]
Conseil: I don't see any native girls hungry for affection.