Gen. Denton: Major Reisman is heading toward a court martial of his own. He's the most ill-mannered, ill-disciplined officer that it's ever been my displeasure to meet.
Maj. Gen. Worden: You think so, Denton? You may be right. But he's sure right about one thing. Somebody up there must be a raving lunatic.
Quotes from Ernest Borgnine movies and TV shows
Maj. Gen. Worden: This war was not started for your private gratification, and you can be damned sure it's not being run for your personal convenience, either.
Shack: There's only one 'bo that's got the stuff to try me, and you ain't even on the list.
Boris Vaslov: Tell me, Captain, if you had to compose your own epitaph - what would it be?
Capt. Leslie Anders: Knock it off.
Boris Vaslov: Why, that's good. That's very good.
Boris Vaslov: They say - a bull in the ring dies a much better death, than a steer in a slaughterhouse. A bull has a chance.
Mike Rogo: You weren't on the streets that long! How many guys did you know! Do you realise how slim even one of those characters is on this boat.
Linda Rogo: You don't have to shout.
Mike Rogo: I said do you realise...
Linda Rogo: I heard what you said.
Linda Rogo: He only invited us because you're a Detective Lieutenant. Why don't you just go without me.
Mike Rogo: And what am I supposed to do at midnight? Kiss the Captain?
Linda Rogo: Don't knock it.
Reverend Frank Scott: Give her your shirt.
Mike Rogo: My shirt?
Linda Rogo: Come on.
Mike Rogo: Linda, next time you put something on, like I told you to put on.
Linda Rogo: Oh my God. Who's not dying.
Linda Rogo: So that's the cat this ship is named after, huh?
Captain Harrison: That's right, Mrs Rogo. The Greek God Poseidon. God of storms, tempests, earthquakes and other miscellaneous natural disasters. Quite an ill-tempered fellow.
Linda Rogo: I'm going next. So if ole' fat ass gets stuck, I won't get stuck behind her.
Linda Rogo: Come here, you lousy cop.
Reverend Frank Scott: I said I was gonna get everybody out of here and goddamit I'm gonna do it.
Linda Rogo: Well, what do you want us to do?
Linda Rogo: Just shoot me Mike. For Christ's sake just shoot me.
Linda Rogo: Shut up! Shut up! C'mon get up this goddamned ramp.
James Martin: Nobody can be as composed as you are Mrs Rogo.
Linda Rogo: Jesus Christ! What happened?
Reverend Frank Scott: We've turned over.
Mike Rogo: Ya had a lotta guts, lady... a lotta guts.
Mike Rogo: What do we do, goddamit? What do we do?
Linda Rogo: Pull him back! Pull him back.
Mike Rogo: I think what I don't like about you, Scott, is your attitude. Or does it go deeper than that?
Reverend Frank Scott: Maybe we're two of a kind, Mr. Rogo. You don't like looking at yourself.
Mike Rogo: Aww, Jesus.