I've been yelling myself hoarse on this radio every day.
It's just the weather dumps on us frequently here,
and maybe my transmission doesn't get through. I don't know.
I can't understand one word of what you say, Willard.
It's all going swell, sir...
Get the bit up, get it out!
Turn it off! Off!
Hey! Switch it off!
I think you'd better come and check out site two.
But what about this?
Blow through it.
Find more meteorite?
Nah. Something a little younger than that.
Och, No!
Billy! I don't want you to set that explosive. Do you hear me?
I do not want you to set that explosive!
Wretched pyros...
This place has a busy history...