Think of all the possible Carrie Fisher jokes with Deep Rising dialogue!

If you change the dialogue around to be about Carrie Fishers very recent hours ago death, why you could make a good several laughs!

Mulligan in Deep Rising would be like: $hit! Not Fisher. I can't believe this is happening - this isn't bloody happening!

J.J. Abrams when Carrie Fishers death fü[ks up future star wars sequels: Hey! Who said you could put holes in my plot? I didn't say you could put holes in my plot! that's gonna cost ya extra ya know!

-You're not the least bit curious as to who just died?
J.J. Abrams: Nope. Like the sign says, if Carrie Fisher's there, we do not care!
-Very good...

Finnegan: Son of a bitch.
Trillian: No, no-no-no, what are you doing!
Finnegan: I lost Carrie Fisher who has a leading role in my new movie, we're not going anywhere without her! DAMN.

Mason: Fisher! Yey... I heard of you... but I thought you'd be older.
Fisher: Like a fine swine, I'm dying peacefully, thank you.
Mason: Like a fine swine my ass. You look more like a *beep* to me. Hahahahahahahaaaa. Hahahahhahaa

Mulligan: Fisher was my... you killed her didn't you? you killed her didn't you?! DID YOU?!
[Knee to the crotch]
2016: I heard ya the first time.

-I vote we write this little piece of $hit into the next movie.
-I vote we cast her.
-I vote we write her in, then we cast her.
-Well we don't write her. See it's not a democracy.

Carrie fisher when she climbs up into her hospital bed: That's a year of my life.

Abrams: you better do something because we have movie to make, a script to maintain!
Joey: Oh man, would you listen to this crap?!

-Uh, sir! I've got something.
-What is it Collins?
-I dunno sir but it's big. It's on the heart monitor and it's going directly on the heart monitor! 150 pulse. 140. 130. 120. 110.
-What are they?
-100. 90. 80. 70. 60. 50 pulse!

Joey J. Abrams: Carrie?
Finnegan Hamill: I don't think she made it.
Joey: Right... I'll uh... I'll go see what I can do.

When the doctors are setting Carrie up in the hospital: All set! But we only got enough fuel for maybe five six minutes max, then she's running on fumes!

Carrie Fisher has a heart attack.
Finnegan: Don't die off.
Carrie: Didn't know you cared.
Finnegan: I care about your role.

J.J. Abrams: Carrie? Caaaarriiiieeeee...? What did you do?
Doctor: Huh?
Abrams: HEY WHAT DID YOU DO!!!
Doctor: WHOA DON'T SHOOT!
Abrams: Well where's Carrie, what did you do to her?
Doctor: Relax, it wasn't us!

Doctor Finnegan when Leia's heart monitor flatlines: Now what?
[Slaps the monitor]
Finnegan: Son of a bitch, PANTUCCI!
-OWWW! *beep* man!
-I'm flat-lining here, brainiac, I thought you fixed the heart!
-It's a little temperemental, you have to be gentle.
-GENTLE MY ASS! The whole actress just flatted out on me.
-Killed off by your negative vibes no doubt.
-No doubt. [Punches her in the heart]
-ARE YOU HITTING THAT THING AGAIN?!
-...No?

Finnegan: Shot to $hit. Where are you when I need you, Bowie?

-Jesus Christ!
Abrams: SON OF A BITCH! YOU JUST KILLED ONE OF MY BEST WOMEN!
Doctor: I didn't mean to, I swear!

Vivo: We've got dead celebrity here.
T-Ray: We've got dead here too, mate.
2016: We've got dead everywhere!

Mark "Joey" Hamill: YOU MEAN WE'RE ALL GONNA FLOP BECAUSE YOU DROPPED DEAD ON THE PLANE?!
Abrams: I simply misjudged life expectancy!

Carrie Fisher: Jeez, Louise lady, give a girl a heart attack why don't you?

Doctor Canton: I'm beginning to fear our friend here has some kind of strange off shoot to the cardiovascular disease.
Abrams: Oh the vascular disease. To think I was starting to worry.

[R2D2 midget dies]
Carrie Fisher: I ask ya man, could it get any worse?
[Carrie flatlines]
Abrams: Thanks, Carrie.

Harrison Ford [realizing this screws things over for sequels]: Hahaha, good luck.
Abrams: And what are we laughing at? Hmm?

[Carrie Fisher has a heart attack]
Abrams: JESUS LADY, watch it, will ya?!
Carrie: I'm sorry! Thank God I'm alive.
Abrams: DAMN STRAIGHT you are! Let's keep it that way, huh?
[dies]

Abrams: Give me that performance, you bitch!

Mark Hamill: This is turning out to be one hell of a year.

C3PO actor: I don't mean to sound like a pussy... but this $hit is starting to freak me out, man!

Carrie Fisher: Can you just get heart attack? Or do you have to be born with it?

Finnegan: I once saw a guy put Fisher in a hospital. And then they corked her, sealed her tight, cause she had a baby heart attack. Now the heart attack, he felt his way all around that body, and in less than two days, he got the cork off, slid inside, and killed the Fish.

Mark Hamill: Yeah we got creepy crawlies swarmin' all over the place, killing us off left and right. Makes for a bit of a tight jam, don't you think?

Abrams: Do you wanna wind up in hell, Carrie?
Fisher: Better that than in the role of one of those movies.

Harrison Ford: Back off! They're wiping us out one at a time. I say we make a movie, right here, right now!

[Sensing a fatal heart attack is approaching!]
Abrams: They're catching up! They're catching up, we gotta slow 'em down!
Heart doctor: The only way to slow em down is to defib 'em!
Abrams: Defib 'em? All I got is a wet stack of script and a best seller!

[Referring to the audience who will miss Carrie in the third installment to the new trilogy]
Abrams: Okay, alright, what do we feed 'em? What are we gonna feed 'em?

Co-writer Lawrence Kasdan: Oh my God she's going to die! Heh-eh... she's going to die... - an actress!

Daisy Ridley: That heap of junk is your actress?
Abrams: You got a better one?
Daisy Ridley: Ah-HAHAHAHAHAHA!

Abrams [administers an adrenaline shot to Carrie Fisher who wakes up for a moment] Don't say I never gave you nothing.
[Carrie Fisher dies]
Abrams: YOU /-\$$HOLE!

Cameraman: You miss me?
Abrams: Quit screwing around, get to the shoot, and get me all the footage you can of Carrie Fisher fast.
Cameraman: Right, right, right, I'm on it. Give me Leia.
Abrams: Um-deh.
Cameraman: E-luh-deh?
Abrams: We lost her.
Cameraman: WE WHAT?!
Abrams: She died, okay? we lost her! Go the shoot, will ya, I got a plan.
Cameraman: Plan my ass, without her part this movie isn't gonna go more than about fifteen minutes!
Abrams: Well that's all I'm gonna need, now get moving would ya!

[Doctors are trying to start Carrie's heart up again]
Doctor: Here goes nothing.
Abrams: Come on, Come on, Come on, Come on, Come on, Come on. Yes! Yes! Yes! Come on, baby needs a new pair of shoes!
Doctor: Damn!
Abrams: Listen you have to be-
Doctor: GENTLE! I know, I know.
Abrams: Come on, Come on, Come on, Come on, Come on.
[Carrie Fisher's condition stabilizes]
Abrams: YES!!!
Doctor: 'Atta girl!
[Carrie Fisher dies.]
Abrams: Bye-bye, baby.

[Upon reading Carrie Fishers obituary]
Abrams: Now there's something you don't see every day!

[Defibrillates Carrie Fisher]
Doctor: Cock it!

Carrie Fisher: I thank all of you from the bottom of my heart... [Dies]

Carrie Fisher: I hate this bloody vascular stuff.

Abrams: We've got a contract. Twenty movies, out and back. You heartbeat my heroine to death, it's gonna be a hell of a lot fewer. Which is okay by me, since the producers paid in advance.
Pilot: She was dying around in my plane!
Abrams: Okay, so she's fragile.
Pilot: The contract was no corpses packed.

Carrie Fisher [tapping herself on the chest because of the heart attack she's having]: Oh, you're a big bad boy, aren't you!

Producer: According to your test results, oh that's not a very flattering pulse...
Carrie Fisher: Let me feel!
Producer: You're wanted for Star Wars 7, 8, 9... oh... and Harrison Ford?
Carrie Fisher: My ex-boyfriend.
Producer: 6 drug arrests, 5 convictions and addictions, and wanted for four movies. How does a beautiful woman as young as yourself amass such an incredible heart attack?
Carrie Fisher: Trust me, it wasn't easy.

Carrie Fisher: You got anything to numb the pain?
Harrison Ford: Aw, yes my little love-bug, but just a little.
Carrie Fisher: I think I need a higher dosage.
Harrison Ford: You always need a higher dosage!

Abrams: Hey Carrie, how many heart attacks did you have?
Carrie Fisher: I dunno. At least eight or nine of 'em. I mean enough to sink damn aircraft carrier.
Abrams: This is just great, now I got dying elderly on my production.

[Carrie Fisher flatlines... again.]
Doctor 1: Yes!
Doctor 2: Gentlemen! Say hello to the Chinese M1 L1 triple-pulse assault defibrillator. Rotating pads, thousand shocks capacity, auto-cooling, water-tight!

Editor: What's happening here, gentlemen? Doctors, what's her status?
Doctor: All life monitoring generating a negative flat line response, sir.
Editor: That's impossible.
Doctor 1: Abrams, patient's not responding either, sir.
Doctor 2: Right, switch to adrenaline power, Mr Lewis. Let's do a life signs check.
Doctor 1: No response, sir. We have a complete main character meltdown.
Editor: What about stock footage stored?
Cameraman: Gone. All of it completely gone.
Doctor 1: Maybe it's the heart attack, sir.
Abrams: No, no that's nonsense. This bitch is impervious from drug abuse.
Doctor 1: Our actress goes out cold, sir. I've never seen anything like it.
Abrams: This film crew is state of the art, top of the line!
Editor: Mr Abrams, please! We are in a very dangerous situation here. We are filming without a main character, or any form of alternative. We are failing blind. No bloody way to finish our movie.

-How we doing out there, Leia?
-FÜCK YOU! How you doing my ass!

Editor: Leia?
Abrams: I don't think she made it.
Editor: Right... I'll go... I'll go see what I can do.