Abraham Lincoln and Bill Nye are stuck in Deep-Sea Exploration Pod Failure and forced to have a deep conversation.

Lincoln: Well, Mr. Nye, seems we're in a bit of a pickle, a watery grave perhaps if we don't reason our way out.

Nye: By science, Mr. President! The pressure gauge is spiking; clearly, a hull breach is imminent unless we can equalize it.

Lincoln: I've learned that a house divided cannot stand, and neither can this submersible if we don't unify our efforts.

Nye: Precisely! We need to assess the damage logically, systematically, and use buoyancy principles to our advantage.

Lincoln: I faced down a nation tearing itself apart, and I reckon we can face down the cold embrace of the deep.

Nye: But Mr. President, this isn't rhetoric; it's thermodynamics! Cold equals contracting metal, accelerating the leak!

Lincoln: Perhaps a little common sense, a little ingenuity, can mend the cracks where theory alone falls short.

Nye: Ingenuity fueled by scientific understanding, sir! We must utilize the ballast tanks to counteract the implosion.

Lincoln: In the grand tapestry of existence, Mr. Nye, every thread, be it science or simple faith, has its purpose.

Nye: Agreed! Let's use both, Mr. President, and escape this aquatic coffin before we become fossilized exhibits!