Stumbo:
Hoag, are you pushing him up or feeling him up?
Hoag:
I've got a dead kraut dick in my face and you're complainin'? Come on Stumbo!
Hoag:
Three redcoats... and guess what? One of 'ems a bleeder!
Hoag:
Best lookin' bad luck I ever saw.
Lt. Loomis:
Grow some dicks and shut up!
Lt. Loomis:
Sorry about what?
Brice:
Uh... she was... asking about Winters.
Lt. Loomis:
What'd you tell her?
Brice:
The story.
Brice:
Try not to fraternize with the men. They can be a little... strange.
Claire:
Strange, as in superstitious?
Brice:
As in "strange."
Brice:
Mister Loomis, where's our crew?
Lt. Loomis:
Maybe we're spending more time watching that broad than watching our backs.
Lt. Loomis:
It used to feel like a big ocean, didn't it?
Hoag:
What if, when we took on that kraut ship, we didn't sink 'em? What if... they sunk us?
Wallace:
Oh, that's a good twist.
Brice:
I feeling better much now
Brice:
[snaps] You're not skipper of this ship.
Odell:
[snaps back] And neither are you, sir.
[last Lines]
Brice:
I wonder why he didn't kill me too... he didn't have too.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
