The Thing | 1982

Oh, come on. Four stitches. Barely grazed ya.

What were they doin' flyin' that low, shooting at a dog, at us?

Mmm, stir-crazy.

Cabin fever. Who knows?

U.S. Number 31, calling McMurdo. Come in. Over.

U.S. Number 31, calling McMurdo.

Urgent. Come in. Over.

Great.

Come on, come on. Nobody!

Nobody. Get a hold of somebody.

Get a hold of anybody. We gotta report this mess.

Look, I haven't been able to reach shit in two weeks.

I doubt if anybody's talked to anybody on this entire continent, and you want me to reach somebody!

Maybe we're at war with Norway.

I was wonderin' when the El Capitan was gonna get a chance to use his popgun.

How long've they been stationed there? It says here only eight weeks.

Well, that's not long enough for guys to go bonkers. Bullshit, bwana.

Five minutes is enough to put a man over down here. Damn straight.

I mean, look at Palmer. He been the way he is since the first day.

How many in their party?

They started with ten. There'd be eight others left. How do we know?

Guys as crazy as that could have done a lot of damage to their own before they got to us.

Nothing we can do about that. Yes there is. I wanna go up.

In this weather? Bennings?

Winds are gonna let up a tad next couple of hours.

A tad?

Can't condone it much myself, but it is a short haul.

An hour there, an hour back.

Shit, Doc, I'll give you the lift. No problem.