Capt. Jack Aubrey: Well, Stephen... the bird's flightless?
Dr. Stephen Maturin: Yes.
Capt. Jack Aubrey: It's not going anywhere.

Dr. Stephen Maturin: I have no idea what precisely it is you're talking about, but he did seem to come off rather well.
Capt. Jack Aubrey: Seven weeks sailing, and he happens in darkness on our exact position.
Dr. Stephen Maturin: Hm. Well, the French have their spies in England and elsewhere. As do we.
Capt. Jack Aubrey: Indeed. If he knew we were looking for him, he could have stood to sea and passed well clear.
Dr. Stephen Maturin: Well then, perhaps he was looking for us.

Dr. Stephen Maturin: [referring to Blankeley's amputation] I'm sorry, Jack. I'm doing everything I can. I know you were close to his father.
Capt. Jack Aubrey: His father would've understood. He knew the life. His mother, however...
Dr. Stephen Maturin: Let me take a look at that brow of yours.
Capt. Jack Aubrey: What?

Capt. Jack Aubrey: What is it with this man? Did I kill a relative of his in battle, perhaps? His boy, God forbid?
Dr. Stephen Maturin: He fights like you, Jack.

Blakeney: Should you really be getting up, sir?
Dr. Stephen Maturin: Mr Blakeney, are you also a doctor?
Blakeney: No, sir.
Dr. Stephen Maturin: No, you're not.

Dr. Stephen Maturin: Well, Mr. Blakeney, it would appear that you have the makings of a naturalist.
Blakeney: Well, sir, perhaps I could combine them to be a sort of... fighting naturalist, like you, sir.

Able Seaman: Is them 'is brains, doctor?
Dr. Stephen Maturin: No, that's just dried blood. THOSE are his brains.

May I have the coin, please?

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