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. Billy Sunday: You think you're better than me? Carl Brashear: You're damn right I am!
[Sunday regards a picture of Carl's late father] Billy Sunday: What the hell did he ever say to make you try so hard? Carl Brashear: Be the best. Billy Sunday: Well, you are. Billy Sunday: My name is Master Chief Billy Sunday. There was a preacher by the same name who cleaned up Chicago of all the whoring spics, drunken wops and motherfucking niggers that was making that place unfit for decent white folks to live. The only difference between me and that old preacher is that he worked for God, and I *am* God!
[Student standing in underwear and banging on empty pot with spoon] Diving Student: I stole a pie! I stole a pie! I stole a pie!
[Sunday blasts Snowhill with the water-hose] Billy Sunday: Snowhill, get your Wisconsin ass back in the barracks. Billy Sunday: My father used to tell me a story about a preacher who would tell every motherfucker he met that they will never amount to anything. The difference between that man and I is that he *worked* for God, and I *am* God! Jo: Why do you want this so bad? Carl Brashear: Because they said I couldn't have it. Billy Sunday: Goddammit Cookie I want my TWELVE! Carl Brashear: Forgive me sir, but to me, the Navy isn't a business. It's an organization of people who represent the finest aspects of our nation. We have many traditions. In my career, I have encountered most of them. Some are good, some not so good. I would, however not be here today were it not for our greatest tradition of all. Captain Hanks: And what would that be, Chief Brashear?" Carl Brashear: " Honor, sir" Billy Sunday: You know what the Chinese say, cookie? Beware what you wish for. Carl Brashear: Why are you doing all this? Billy Sunday: To piss people off. 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.