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?
Crew: No!
Capt. Jack Aubrey: Want to call that raggedy-ass Napoleon your king?
Crew: No!
Capt. Jack Aubrey: You want your children to sing the "La Marseillaise?"
Crew: No!

May I have the coin, please?

Dr. Stephen Maturin

The reality is we're still 11 year old boys locked in a cellar imagining what our lives would have been if we'd escaped.

Sean Devine

Celeste Boyle: He's been acting kind of nuts lately. I'm almost afraid of him. Do you know something?
Jimmy Markum: I know he was taken in by the cops this morning. I know he saw Katie the night she was murdered. Didn't tell me about it until after the cops questioned him. And I know he's got a hand that looks like it's been punching a fucking wall. Is there anything else I should know?

What the fuck am I gonna to tell him? "Hey, Jimmy. God said you owed another marker. He came to collect."

Sean Devine

Sometimes I think, I think all three of us got in that car...

Sean Devine

Sean Devine: Jimmy, what did you do?
Jimmy Markum: [rubs Sean Devine on the shoulder]
Jimmy Markum: Thanks for finding my daughter's killer, Sean. If only you'd been a little faster.
Sean Devine: You gonna send Celeste Boyle 500 a month too?

Jimmy Markum: They put her in a bag.
Theo: What's that?
Jimmy Markum: That's what Katie looked like when I saw her in the morgue. Like they put her in a bag and then they beat the bag with pipes. Janie died in her sleep, all due respect, but there you go. She went to sleep, she never woke up. Peaceful.
Theo: You don't need to talk about Janie.
Jimmy Markum: My daughter was murdered. They put a gun to her. As we stand here, she's on an autopsy slab getting cut open by scalpels and chest spreaders, and you're talking to me about domestic fucking responsibility? Good to see you, Theo.

The girl just wants to bed you; she don't wanna wed you. You don't even blink? She wants to worship at the temple of Sean Devine.

Whitey Powers

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