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.