Captain: [Captain looks at the birds overhead] Damn beasts! [Discovers the watchman's yawning] Captain: Nay Nay Nay The Crew: Excuse me, Captain. Captain: If you can't handle it, don't do it. [pause] Captain: Were you part of it? Fireboat drill? The ...
Chief Bosun: [after Lieutenant Werner gets a oily rag thrown in his face] Who did that?... WHO DID THAT?
Captain: Our patrol planes! Where are they? Answer that one, Herr Goering! The British have plenty of them! Talking big is all he's good for, that fat slob.
[the Captain and Lieutenant Werner escort Thomsen out of the men's room] Capt. Lt. Philipp Thomsen: I... really wanted to screw my brains out. But now, I am in no condition to fuck! Captain: It's alright! Capt. Lt. Philipp Thomsen: Sieg Heil!
[last lines] [La Rochelle is under attack. Werner and the crew take refuge in the U-boat bunker; several of the men are injured] 1st Lieutenant: Come over here! We need help! Schwalle: Medic! Medic!
