Billy Sunday:
The Navy Diver is not a fighting man, he is a salvage expert. If it is lost underwater, he finds it. If it's sunk, he brings it up. If it's in the way, he moves it. If he's lucky, he will die young, 200 feet beneath the waves, for that is the closest he'll ever get to being a hero.
Billy Sunday:
Think you deserve to be here, don't ya? Fraternizing among navy men? Think you're as good as they are? How 'bout me, cookie? You better than me?
Carl Brashear:
You're damn right I am!
Jo:
Don't you see? I'm not like you. The things I want...
[
Jo sighs and takes Carl's hand]
Jo:
The things I want are smaller. If I just work hard and keep my head down...
Carl Brashear:
Your whole life will pass you by.
[
Sunday regards a picture of Carl's late father]
Billy Sunday:
What the hell did he ever say to make you try so hard?
Carl Brashear:
Be the best.
Billy Sunday:
Well, you are.
Billy Sunday:
My name is Master Chief Billy Sunday. There was a preacher by the same name who cleaned up Chicago of all the whoring spics, drunken wops and motherfucking niggers that was making that place unfit for decent white folks to live. The only difference between me and that old preacher is that he worked for God, and I *am* God!
[
Student standing in underwear and banging on empty pot with spoon]
Diving Student:
I stole a pie! I stole a pie! I stole a pie!
[
Sunday blasts Snowhill with the water-hose]
Billy Sunday:
Snowhill, get your Wisconsin ass back in the barracks.
Jo:
Why do you want this so bad?
Carl Brashear:
Because they said I couldn't have it.
Billy Sunday:
Goddammit Cookie, move your ass, I want my TWELVE!
Carl Brashear:
Forgive me sir, but to me, the Navy isn't a business. It's an organization of people who represent the finest aspects of our nation. We have many traditions. In my career, I have encountered most of them. Some are good, some not so good. I would, however not be here today were it not for our greatest tradition of all.
Captain Hanks:
And what would that be, Chief Brashear?"
Carl Brashear:
" Honor, sir"
Billy Sunday:
You know what the Chinese say, cookie? Beware what you wish for.
Carl Brashear:
Why are you doing all this?
Billy Sunday:
To piss people off.
Carl Brashear:
Sir, you may not remember me but we served together in the South Pacific.
Billy Sunday:
Oh Yeah, I remember you now... So What's for Chow Cookie?
Carl Brashear:
Sir I am reporting here for diving school!
Billy Sunday:
I sure hope your food is better than the last cook's. Last cook's food could kill a man's dog.
Mac Brashear:
You get in there and fight, Carl. Don't take promises. Bust their rules if you have to. And when it gets hard, and it will, don't quit on me, ever.
Billy Sunday:
A Chief Petty Officer shall not drink. However, if he should drink he shall not get drunk. If he should get drunk, he shall not stagger. And if he should stagger, he shall not fall. And if he should fall, he will fall in such a manner as to cover up his rank so that passerbyers will think he is an officer.
Mr. Pappy:
[
in his flat, Sunday just walked in] Did you know that ordinary house dust is composed primarily ofhuman skin ?
Billy Sunday:
No sir, I didn't know that.
Mr. Pappy:
[
chuckles] Makes you think twice about who you invite into your home.
Billy Sunday:
Son, step aside, or I will crack you right in the jaw.
Billy Sunday:
Boatswain's mate second class Carl Brashear. Nine hours, thirty one minutes, perfect assembly.
Mr. Pappy:
Two tablespoons of machine oil can contaminate an entire ship's fresh water supply.
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