- [HMCC Fireweed's re-fit has been approved]
- Oldbest: [seeing Deveraux's surprised expression] I wanted to sound you out first. See if you'd make the intelligent choice.
- Oldbest: [in perfect, refined French] Therefore, good luck with Fireweed, Mister Devereaux.
- Oldbest: [dryly] Oh, and I do hate to see good money wasted. So try not to sink her.
- Petty Officer Lang (Coxswain): Morrison, GET OVER HERE!
- Morrison: WHat seems to be the trouble, Cox'n?
- Petty Officer Lang (Coxswain): You, you thick BASTARD! What are you, a German spy?
- Morrison: No, Cox'n.
- Petty Officer Lang (Coxswain): Then why are you throwing the gash overboard in broad, bloody daylight? Leaving a trail for the U-Boats to follow.
- Morrison: [shocked] Lord, Jesus! I didn't know.
- Petty Officer Lang (Coxswain): That is *NO EXCUSE*! One more cock-up like this and we'll ALL be breathing seawater. Now YOU get below decks!
- Morrison: Aye, aye, Cox'n.
- [Mac has been winning steadily at craps]
- Mac McNaughton: Shoot the fins, Canelli. They're singing my song tonight.
- Canelli: Every bloody night.
- Paul Devereaux: Why would someone like you join the Navy?
- Mac McNaughton: Oh, the uniform, sir. The babes *love it*.
- Paul Devereaux: Is that all?
- Mac McNaughton: [with extreme sarcasm] Oh, and of course to safeguard the convoys carrying vital supplies to Britain's island stronghold, sir.
- Paul Devereaux: Believe it or not, MacNaughton, that's why most of us *are* here.
- [Mac has been caught gambling and has been forced to hand over his crooked dice]
- Paul Devereaux: [rolls the rigged dice] Seven... a winner. And again. Shoot the fins boys, they're singing my song tonight.
- [Coxswain smiles]
- Paul Devereaux: And again. Now we back off, and use the straight pair. Don't we?
- Mac McNaughton: [Contrite] Yes, sir.
- Paul Devereaux: [rolls the regular dice] Ahhh, crap three. A loser.
- Chief Engineer: [the engine has seized due to lack of oil] I told you this would happen DAYS AGO, and you wouldn't listen!
- Paul Devereaux: The engine is YOURS! You're supposed to keep it running no matter what! Now you get us *flashed up and moving* before a U-Boat *punches our ticket*!
- [Chief Engineer leaves]
- Paul Devereaux: [to Pooley, in the sonar room] Anything, Mr. Pooley?
- Sub Lt. Pooley: No sir. For us to hear any subs, we need absolute silence. Some son-of-a-bitch was yelling his lungs out up there a second ago!
- [Devereaux winces, knowing it was him]
- [HMCC Fireweed is being given a wooden "deck gun"]
- Morrison: Cox'n, it's wood.
- Petty Officer Lang (Coxswain): Solid Canadian pine.
- Morrison: How are we supposed to fight the Germans with that?
- Mac McNaughton: Yeah, what are we supposed to do? Beat them over the head with it?
- Petty Officer Lang (Coxswain): [to MacNaughton] NO! We're *supposed* to use our depth charges. But if that doesn't work, THEN, we *beat them over the head with it*!
- Petty Officer Lang (Coxswain): [to all the sailors] Now *MOVE!*
- [Oldbest has accused Fireweed of stealing his figurehead]
- Paul Devereaux: You know something, I wish I *did* have your damn figurehead. We need to repair our leaking oil pans and my engineering teams could *use* the sawdust!
- Oldbest: DOVER!
- Paul Devereaux: DEVEREAUX, SIR! My name is DEVEREAUX! That's *French Canadian*, which I assume should be a *DOUBLE pain in the ass* for you, sir!
- Oldbest: STAND STILL! And LISTEN! I dislike and distrust Reservist amateurs, Colonial or *otherwise*. Especially jumped-up Merchant Marine types who think just because they've mucked about on a tramp steamer that it qualifies them for the bridge of a fighting ship! In my day, we had to *prove ourselves* capable of command!