Under Siege (1992)
Gary Busey: Commander Krill
[Commander Krill spits in Ryback's soup]
Commander Krill : A little flavor.
Commander Krill : [taunts Ryback] You like that?
Casey Ryback : [shoves Krill] You're crazy...
Ensign Taylor : HEY! That's *striking an Officer*!
Commander Krill : Whoa, whoa.
Casey Ryback : COME ON! That's not striking an Officer...
[knocks Krill to the ground hard]
Casey Ryback : THAT'S striking an Officer!
[Ryback fights off the Marine guards successfully, then gives up and is restrained]
Ensign Taylor : THROW HIM IN THE BRIG!
Casey Ryback : [as he is being handcuffed] NOBODY goes to the brig without the Old Man's signature!
Commander Krill : Good point. Secure him in the meat locker. NOW! Right now.
[as Ryback is being led in]
Commander Krill : Now I know why you're a cook. You hit like a FAGGOT!
[Krill reads his personal file while he is still dressed as a drag queen]
Commander Krill : Listen to the shit I've had to put up with: "In the past few weeks, Commander Krill has become increasingly hostile to the crew, possibly due to anger over my last reviews of his performance. I recommend he be given a psychological evaluation before taking over his next ASSIGNMENT!"
[slams file on table]
Commander Krill : Do I look like I need a psychological evaluation?
William Strannix : Not at all.
Commander Krill : ...I gotta change.
Commander Krill : Private Nash, you came on board in Hawaii?
Pvt. Nash : Yes, sir!
Commander Krill : Then you don't know about Chief Ryback. He is an extreme psychopath. He hates officers. He hates America. This is the Captain's birthday. I do not want him ruining it. No one is to speak to him. No one is to let him out. If he tries to escape, shoot him right *here*!
[taps Nash directly between the eyes]
Commander Krill : I'm counting on you.
Pvt. Nash : Yes, sir!
Commander Krill : [to everyone else] Let's go.
[after a bomb explodes in the galley's microwave]
Commander Krill : What the hell was that?
William Strannix : That was a bomb, jackass! He used the microwave as a detonator!
[to nearest man]
William Strannix : Come here! You secure everything between here and the CIC. You spot anything, you radio at once for backup. You don't get creative, you call for help. You understand? Move!
William Strannix : PUT THESE FIRES OUT!
William Strannix : I would like to see the ship's personnel file on this "plain and simple cook", Mr. Krill!
Commander Krill : Yes, sir.
William Strannix : PUT OUT THESE GODDAMN *FIRES*!
[after receiving a call from Nash in the galley]
William Strannix : Anything else you forgot to tell us about? Any other little memory losses or oversights, perhaps?
Commander Krill : No other little memory losses or oversights perhaps. There's two men, one of them's locked up. And I'll take care of him...
William Strannix : No, no, no. We'll handle it. Secure the galley. Send Cates, send Ziggs.
Shadow : You got it.
Commander Krill : This Marine's armed, Bill. I think we should send more, I'll go...
William Strannix : Don't worry about it. These guys are professionals. They can handle twenty Marines, and a hundred cooks.
[Krill found Ryback's personnel file]
Commander Krill : Ryback's file wasn't IN personnel. It was in the Captain's private cabinet. Ryback is an ex-SEAL.
Doumer : The Goddamn cook's a SEAL?
Commander Krill : Shut up and listen. "Expert in Martial Arts, Explosives, Weapons and Tactics. Silver Star, Navy Cross, Purple Heart with Cluster, and Security Clearance revoked after Panama." That means he couldn't hold any rating except that of a yeoman or a cook. How little did I know.
Shadow : We just lost two more men in the Engine Room!
William Strannix : You were told to review the personnel file on every individual on this ship.
Commander Krill : I know what I was told, but I didn't have access to the Captain's files at that *time*!
Doumer : I'll get this fucker myself!
William Strannix : Oh no, calm down. You wanna get killed?
Commander Krill : Are you an *idiot*?
Doumer : You're calling *me* an *idiot*?
Commander Krill : Yeah, I'm calling you an idiot!
William Strannix : Calm down! Get me three roving patrols, keep the man pinned below the weather deck! Move out!
Commander Krill : Stay on schedule!
[sees the bodies of the two commandos that Ryback has killed]
William Strannix : The man that did this is a professional. Who is he, and what's he doing running around on my battleship, Mr. Krill?
Commander Krill : Your battleship? You wouldn't be on this battleship if it wasn't for me. He's a cook, plain and simple...
William Strannix : This is not the work of a cook.
Commander Krill : He came on board with the captain. I know his routine, front and back. He's good with cooking knives...
[Strannix rips the throwing knife out of Cates's jugular and holds it up to Krill's face]
William Strannix : *Cooking knives*?
Commander Krill : He got lucky. In my professional opinion, he is a military *reject* in command of a GALLEY!
[They hear beeping, and Strannix glances toward the microwave]
Doumer : GET DOWN!
[Everyone ducks as the microwave explodes]