Hornblower captures the French vessel, Le Reve, and is asked by Pellew to sail her back to England so that she can be outfitted for the Engl...更多>
[Knowing that his ship has only four guns] Hornblower: How many guns does the "Oriental" have, Mr. Hunter. M'Man Hunter: Forty-eight, sir. Hornblower: Well, we'll certainly give them a run for their money, won't we Mr. Styles? Styles: Certainly will sir. Take them at least a minute to sink us. [Horatio stopped Hunter from shooting the French] Hunter: We're here to fight them aren't we? Hornblower: No, Mr. Hunter, we're here to defeat them. Hornblower: [smiling] He wants to give us his assistance. God damn him to hell! Styles: It's King George, frog-face! Matthews: Ah, well he is lucky, our Mister Hornblower. Capt. Pellew: Yes, England, boy. A big, damp, foggy island nor-noreast of Ushant. Think you can find it? M'Man Hunter: Main dish'll probably be monkey. Hornblower: Monkey? M'Man Hunter: Mmm. Um, rock ape. And monkey you mince with a sort of a... chopping motion. Hornblower: Monkey; mince, chopping motion. Sir Hew Dalrymple: Gentlemen, my chef is of a combustible temperament. Let us not keep him waiting. Capt. Pellew: I hear the, uh, statuary in Florence is very fine, Your Grace. Somewhat naked, but very fine indeed. Hornblower: Don't froth at the mouth, Styles. You've seen a woman before, man. Styles: Not in six bloody months I haven't. Don Massaredo: So long as you do not try to murder me in my bed, sir, I wish you every luck in your attempt. Etienne de Vergasse: So, Mister Hornblower, her grace tells me that you were careless enough as to sail your ship straight into the middle of the Spanish fleet. Don Massaredo: It is the story of a man who jousts with windmills. Her grace thought that you would understand him.