1st Lt. Tom Pullings: He would always say: "Never mind the maneuvers, just go straight out!"
Captain's not called Lucky-Jack for no reason.Joseph Nagle, Carpenter's Mate
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.
Capt. Jack Aubrey: Do you want to see a guillotine in Piccadilly?
Capt. Jack Aubrey: Want to call that raggedy-ass Napoleon your king?
Capt. Jack Aubrey: You want your children to sing the "La Marseillaise?"
May I have the coin, please?Dr. Stephen Maturin
Stanley Goodspeed: You know how this shit works?
Captain Darrow: [draws his knife] You know how THIS shit works?
Stanley Goodspeed: Listen, I think we got off on the wrong foot. Stan Goodspeed, FBI. Uh... let's talk music. Do you like the Elton John song "Rocket Man."
Captain Darrow: I don't like soft-ass shit!
Stanley Goodspeed: Oh, oh, you don't, oh... well, I only bring it up because, uh, it's you. You're the rocket man!
[He hits the firing switch, Darrow screams as the rocket takes off, spearing him in the chest]
Stanley Goodspeed: How do you like how THAT SHIT WORKS!?
Stanley Goodspeed: Shoot him, not the rockets!
John Mason: Any other news, professor?
Stanley Goodspeed: You're not leaving! There's a madman in there with his hand on a... ON A BUTTON!
John Mason: Shh!
John Mason: Some sniper's gonna get his ass.
Ladies and gentlemen, you're being detained against your will, and for that I apologize. It is not our intention in any way to harm you, and you will not be detained one minute longer than is necessary for us to complete our mission.General Hummel
Stanley Goodspeed: How'd you do it?
John Mason: Nurtured the hope that there was hope. That one day I'd breathe free air. Perhaps meet my daughter. Modest hopes, but they kept a man alive.