The Cruel Sea (1953)
Lt. Cmdr. Ericson: [as Narrator] For us the Battle of the Atlantic was becoming a private war. If you were in it, you knew all about it. You knew how to keep watch on filthy nights, and how to go without sleep, how to bury the dead, and how to die without wasting anyone's time.
Tallow: If anyone else makes a noise, I'll have his guts for a necktie.
Capt. Ericson: [opening lines as narrator] This is a story of the Battle of the Atlantic, the story of the ocean, two ships, and a handful of men. The men are the heroes; the heoines the ships. The only villain is the sea, the cruel sea that man has made more cruel.
Capt. Ericson: [after choosing a battle strategy that has cost lives] I had to do it!
Lockhart: Anyway, it's all in the report.
Capt. Ericson: It was my fault!
Lockhart: I... I identified it as a submarine. If anyone murdered those men, I did.
Capt. Ericson: No one murdered them - it's the war, the whole bloody war! We've just got to do these things and say our prayers at the end.
Watts: [repairing the engine] Come to see the fun, sir? It won't be long now.
Morell: Fine, chief, but the captain's a little worried about the noise. Could you do anything to... tone it down a bit?
Watts: Pretty well finished now, sir. We're just flabbin' up the nuts. Could you hear the hammerin' up top?
Morell: Hear it? There were U-boats popping up from miles around complaining about the racket.
Lockhart: Sir, reports from HQ say that there are five U-boats in this area.
Capt. Ericson: Five? It was good of them to tell us!
Lockhart: [Later that evening] Now they say there are nine U-boats operating around this area.
Capt. Ericson: Nine? Good grief, we must be very popular this evening!
Lockhart: [at the mess table] Getting rattled, John?
Morell: Well, whatever we do, these damn U-boats seem to get through the screen every time. We lost almost half our convoy and an escort and are almost two days from Gibralter.
[he gags with disgust;]
Morell: It's an odd thing to think if nothing else happens, this is probably the worst convoy in the history of sea warfare.
Lockhart: [trying to be comforting] Something to tell your grandchildren.
Morell: Yes, indeed, in fact, if you can guarantee I will have grandchildren, I shall recover my spirits immediately.
Baker: But how can he guarantee you'll have grandchildren?
Morell: [angrily] Well, if they're as stupid as you are, I hope I don't have any!
Baker: [taken aback at the outburst] Oh, I say...
Baker: [he eats without further response]