Hal: Hey, uh, fella, don't you think you're overreacting? I mean, my family is exposed to dangerous chemicals all the time. In-in fact, I-I remember I accidentally set off a flea bomb in the boys' room when my son, Dewey, was in there taking a nap.
Dewey: I can smell colors.
Soldier: Sir, I've got two overturned tankers out there spewing out a cloud of sulfuric acid and sodium hydroxide. That can scar your throat and lungs in a matter of seconds.
Hal: But it's not necessarily fatal. I-I mean, maybe you'd need an artificial larynx, but you'd still be alive.
Reese: That'd be so cool. [croaky] My name is Reese. What are you looking at?
Hal: Son, please. Has anyone died yet?
Soldier: Not that I'm aware of.
Hal: Well, what if the wind shifts? Is the water supply going to be contaminated? What about the food? What about the medical personnel? How can be sure that all these people are going to be safe?
Soldier: I'm sorry, I really don't know all of the answers. I'm just a high school senior.