Capt. Ramsey: Short of the outbreak of World War Three, the ship sinking... being attacked by a giant octopus, I'd like to be undisturbed for the next 30 minutes.
Hunter: I'll see to it sir.

Capt. Ramsey: COB!
Chief of the Boat: Captain, please, the Ex-O is right. We can't launch unless he concurs.
Capt. Ramsey: "To the U.S.S. Alabama: Rebel-controlled missiles being fuelled. Launch codes compromised, dissidents threaten to launch at continental United States, set defcon 2. Immediately launch 10 Trident missile sorties." They're FUELLING THEIR MISSILES! We don't have time to fuck around!
Hunter: Sir, I think you need time to think this over.
Capt. Ramsey: I DON'T HAVE TO THINK THIS OVER!
Hunter: Captain I relieve you of your command of this ship. COB, escort the Captain to his state room, I'm assuming command.
Capt. Ramsey: You're not assuming anything!
Hunter: CHIEF OF THE BOAT, Captain Ramsey is under arrest, lock him in his state room!
Chief of the Boat: Captain, please...
Hunter: NOW, COB!

Hunter: I will act, backed by the rules of precedence...
Capt. Ramsey: [shouting at COB over Hunter] I say again, as commanding officer of the U.S.S Alabama, I *order you* ...
Hunter: ... authority in command, regulations number 815, to relieve, you, of, command, captain.
Capt. Ramsey: ... to place the Ex-O under arrest, under charges of mutiny!

Hunter: Captain Ramsey... under operating procedures governing the release of nuclear weapons, we cannot launch our missiles unless both you, and I, agree.
Capt. Ramsey: COB, what're you waiting for?
Hunter: This is not a formality sir, this is *expressly* why your command must be repeated. It requires my assent, I *do not* give it and further more, you continue upon this course, and insist upon this launch without confirming this message first...
Capt. Ramsey: [shouting over Hunter] Son of a bitch. As commanding officer of the U.S.S Alabama I order you to place the Ex-O under arrest under charges of mutiny!

Capt. Ramsey: You repeat this order, or I'll find somebody who will!
Hunter: Oh, no you won't, sir.

Hunter: It better not happen again. If I see this kind of nonsense again, I'm going to write you up. You understand?
Petty Officer First Class Danny Rivetti: [No answer]
Hunter: Do you understand?
Petty Officer First Class Danny Rivetti: Yes, Sir.
Hunter: You have to set an example even in the face of stupidity. Everybody who reads comic books knows that the Kirby Silver Surfer is the only true Silver Surfer. Now am I right or wrong?
Petty Officer First Class Danny Rivetti: You're right, Sir.
Hunter: Now get out of here.
Petty Officer First Class Danny Rivetti: Yes, Sir.

Hunter: Rivetti, what's up?
Petty Officer First Class Danny Rivetti: I'm sorry, Sir. It's just a difference of opinion that got out of hand.
Hunter: What about?
Petty Officer First Class Danny Rivetti: It's really too silly to talk about, Sir. I'd really just forget about...
Hunter: I don't give a damn about what you'd rather forget about. Why were you two fighting?
Petty Officer First Class Danny Rivetti: I said, the Kirby Silver Surfer was the only real Silver Surfer. And that the Moebius Silver Surfer was shit. And Bennefield's a big Moebius fan. And it got of hand. I pushed him. He pushed me. I lost my head, Sir. I'm Sorry.
Hunter: Rivetti, you're a supervisor. You can get a commission like that.

in the name of Allah the merciful, all praises due to Allah, Lord of all the worlds. The one God to whom praise is due forever. The one who came to us in the person of Master Fard Muhammad and raised up the Honorable Elijah Muhammad. Amen.

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Dan: One thing doesn't make a man.
Drey: [softly laughing]
Dan: What?
Drey: One thing doesn't make a man?

West Indian Archie: Now you're outfitted. You ready to tackle the streets?
Malcolm X: Yeah, I'm ready. Let them come.

Madolyn: Here, this is my card.
Colin Sullivan: Nah, I don't need that. I'm a detective. I'll find you.
[elevator door begins to close; Colin reaches out]
Colin Sullivan: No, I'm just kidding, I need the card.

I don't want it near schools. I don't want it sold to children! In my city, we'd keep the traffic in the Dark People, the Coloreds - they're animals anyway, so let them lose their souls.

Don Zaluchi

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