Tora! Tora! Tora! (1970)
[Admiral Stark is reading through the final part of the Japanese diplomatic ultimatum at his desk with Kramer, McCollum, Wilkinson, and two other officers]
Captain Arthur H. McCollum: Sir, the fourteenth part of this intercept which Kramer just delivered, indicates to me that the Japanese are going to attack.
Admiral Harold R. Stark: None of us doubt that war is coming. We know they have an expeditionary force heading south.
Rear Admiral Theodore S. Wilkinson: Sir, as hostilities seem imminent, may I recommend that you telephone Admiral Kimmel... in Hawaii.
[Stark looks around the room, undecided, while Kramer and Wilkinson watch anxiously. Finally he reaches for one of the telephones on his desk. He hesitates for another long moment]
Admiral Harold R. Stark: No...
[He hangs it up]
Admiral Harold R. Stark: I'd better call the President first. Now if you'll all please excuse me.
[the others nod and leave the room. Kramer, the last to leave, looks back at Stark as he goes, extremely worried. Alone, Stark stares at the telephone. It is 11:05 AM, Washington time on December 7th]
Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto: I fear all we have done is to awaken a sleeping giant and fill him with a terrible resolve.
Lieutenant Kaminsky: [to Captain John Earle, who demanded confirmation of the attack before doing anything] You wanted confirmation, Captain? Take a look! There's your confirmation!
[Earle, horrified, looks out and sees several ships in flames]
[after seeing one of his pilots miss a practice bombing target]
Admiral William F. Halsey: Well, you can tell Lt. Dickinson from me, he couldn't hit a bull in the butt with a bass fiddle.
Private George E. Elliott: [Telephone conversation from the radar station to the Information Center]
Private George E. Elliott: Sir, this is Private Elliott at Opana Point. There's a large formation of planes coming in from the north - 140 miles, 3 degrees east.
Lieutenant Kermit A. Tyler: Yeah? Well... Don't worry about it.
Lieutenant Kermit A. Tyler: [Click!]
[a bullet smashes through the window of Kimmel's office and hits him in the chest, but only tears his uniform before falling to the floor. Commander Curts picks it up]
Commander Maurice E. Curts: It's spent, sir.
[Kimmel stares at the bullet]
Admiral Husband E. Kimmel: [somberly] Would've been merciful had it killed me.
[a Chief Petty Officer is showing ship identification silhouettes to pilots aboard Akagi]
Eager Pilot: Enterprise!
Chief Petty Officer: No, you idiot! It's your own flagship!
General Short: [hearing that an important military spot is off limits due to concern for wildlife] Wildlife Preservation Society!
Cordell Hull: In all my fifty years of public service, I have never seen a document so crowded with infamous falsehoods and distortions, on a scale so huge that I never imagined until today that any government on this planet was capable of uttering them.
Ambassador Nomura: [pleading] Mr. Hull...
Cordell Hull: [wearily] Go!
Frank Knox: [reading a report of the attack] Oh, no, no, this can't be right; they must mean the Philippines!
Admiral Stark: No, sir. It's Pearl!
Frank Knox: [to his aide] Get me the White House, the direct line!
Admiral Kimmel: It looks good on paper, but for God's sake... that's not a paper fleet sitting out there.
Major Truman Landon: What a way to fly into a war... Unarmed and outta gas. Oboe Leader to Oboe Flight... we've flown smack into the middle of a war... Get out as fast as you can, anywhere you can. If you can't make Hickam try Bellows or Wheeler.
Hickam Air Traffic Controller: Tower to B-17, there's a Jap on your tail. Juice yer engines and get outta here!
Lt. Colonel Rufus S. Bratton: [rushing in with a message warning about a possible attack] Ed, here's a message; I need this typed up immediately!
Colonel Edward F. French: [in no hurry whatsoever] R-i-ight.
[he studies the paper]
Colonel Edward F. French: Umm... the General's handwriting - hard to read. You're going to have to help me out with this, Rufus.
[looking nervously at French, Bratton takes the paper from French and sits down at a typewriter, rolling paper in as if to begin typing the handwritten message]
Major Truman Landon: [upon seeing the sky over Oahu full of planes] What the hell kind of traffic control is this?
Major Truman Landon: [trying to land amid heavy friendly flak] Tell those damn fools to stop shooting at us, we're Americans!
Lt. Cmdr. Fuchida: It's the Nevada, she's making a run for the sea. If we sink her in the channel, the harbor will be blocked for months.
Captain John Earle: [Captain John Earle receives a phone call from Kaminsky about a submarine sunk in the harbor] Confirmation, Kaminsky. I want confirmation.
Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto: Finally, gentlemen... many misinformed Japanese believe that America is a nation divided... isolationist... and that Americans are only interested in enjoying a life of luxury, and are spiritually and morally corrupt. But that is a great mistake. If war becomes inevitable, America would be the most formidable foe that we have ever fought. I've lived in Washington and studied at Harvard, so I know that the Americans are a proud and just people.
Lt. Cmdr. Fuchida: Exceptional people get exceptional treatment!
Japanese Pilot: You outrank me, so it must be true.
Frank Knox: But do you really think that this Kurusu can do any good?
Cordell Hull: Well, I doubt it, Frank. He's hardly the most tactful choice. When he was ambassador in Berlin, he signed the Axis Pact on behalf of Japan.
[after a Japanese bomber flies over his head at the start of the attack]
Captain Logan C. Ramsey: [to a nearby officer] Get that guy's number Dick, I'll report him for safety violations!
[the plane drops a bomb. After the explosion the two men stare after it dumbfounded]
[Halsey has been ordered to take his Task Force to Wake Island to deliver a squadron of fighters]
Admiral Halsey: Kim, level with me. I want a clear directive... If I run into a Jap ship, what action do I take?
Admiral Kimmel: Use your common sense.
Admiral Halsey: That's the best damn order I ever had.
[Halsey walks away, then turns around]
Admiral Halsey: If I see so much as a sampan near it, I'll blow it out of the water.
Fisherman: [annoyed by Fuchida's planes flying past him during a training flight] Navy pilots attract geisha girls, but they frighten the fish!
[Ramsey and Lieutenant Ballinger have dashed into Ford Island's administration building and over to a seaman manning the building's telegraph station]
Captain Logan C. Ramsey: Alert, all commands: Air raid. Pearl Harbor. This is no drill.
General Short: We're going on alert. Right now.
Maj. Gordon A. Blake - Hickam Field Operations Officer: Again, sir? But the men are confused, sir.
General Short: Well, dammit, un-confuse them!