Mr. Pappy: Two tablespoons of machine oil can contaminate an entire ship's fresh water supply.
Jo: Why do you want this so bad?
Carl Brashear: Because they said I couldn't have it.
Billy Sunday: Think you deserve to be here, don't ya? Fraternizing among navy men? Think you're as good as they are? How 'bout me, cookie? You better than me?
Carl Brashear: You're damn right I am.
Mac Brashear: You get in there and fight, Carl. Don't take promises. Bust their rules if you have to. And when it gets hard, and it will, don't quit on me, ever.
Carl Brashear: Sir, you may not remember me but we served together in the South Pacific.
Billy Sunday: Oh Yeah, I remember you now... So What's for Chow Cookie?
Carl Brashear: Sir I am reporting here for diving school.
Billy Sunday: I sure hope your food is better than the last cook's. Last cook's food could kill a man's dog.
Billy Sunday: You know what the Chinese say, cookie? Beware what you wish for.
Billy Sunday: Goddammit Cookie, move your ass, I want my twelve.
Billy Sunday: The Navy Diver is not a fighting man, he is a salvage expert. If it is lost underwater, he finds it. If it's sunk, he brings it up. If it's in the way, he moves it. If he's lucky, he will die young, 200 feet beneath the waves, for that is the closest he'll ever get to being a hero.
Carl Brashear: Captain Hanks, I have spent most of my life in the Navy trying only to succeed. However, my quest has come at a great personal loss to those who love me. They too have made sacrifices. They too have endured great pains to support me. If I walk these twelve steps today, reinstate me to active duty. Give me my career back, let me finish it and go home in peace.
Billy Sunday: Boatswain's mate second class Carl Brashear. Nine hours, thirty one minutes, perfect assembly.
Billy Sunday: Son, step aside, or I will crack you right in the jaw.
