Run Silent Run Deep (1958)
Lt. Jim Bledsoe: [presiding at a funeral on his submarine] It's thirty-eight days now since we left Pearl Harbor. I know how some of us felt then; I think I know how some of us feel now. But let no one here, no one aboard this boat, ever say we didn't have a captain.
[as the body is buried at sea, he reads these remarks]
Lt. Jim Bledsoe: Unto almighty God we commend the soul of our shipmate departed. And we commit his body to the deep, in the sure and certain hope of the resurrection unto eternal life, when the sea shall give up her dead in the life of the world to come.
Commander Richardson: A fleet boat of the Navy, a submarine with her fighting power still intact! And you'd take her back to Pearl? I don't believe it!
Yeoman 1st Class Mueller: Mr. Cartwright, with all due respect to your rank, may I say I think you're an ass?
Commander Richardson: I see by this report that you called Mr. Cartwright an "ass."
Yeoman 1st Class Mueller: Yes, sir.
Commander Richardson: An officer?
Yeoman 1st Class Mueller: [hangs his head for a moment] That's right sir.
Commander Richardson: [shakes his head] Mueller, you're a damn fool.
Lt. Jim Bledsoe: If you should fail, and somehow come out of this alive, there won't be a desk small enough for you this time.
Commander Richardson: That's strange, Jim. I never even thought of failing.
Petty Officer 1st Class Ruby: You wanna sing, go to the head!
Commander Richardson: The best exec I could possibly get in the whole Navy. "The backstop" I think you said, and the first command you give as a captain is to order a retreat!
Yeoman 1st Class Mueller: [after practicing submarine warfare tactics on Richardson's desk] You sunk him again, sir. That makes 200 times you sunk Bungo Pete
Yeoman 1st Class Mueller: In 200 days. He only sunk you once.
Commander Richardson: [irritated] Just once, but it wasn't on a desk.
Laura Richardson: [Richardson is cutting branches off his tree] Would you like some lemonade?
Commander Richardson: Sure honey, I'll be down by the time-
[Spots Bledsoe's cab]
Commander Richardson: Better make enough for three.
Laura Richardson: Three?
Commander Richardson: We have company arriving.
Laura Richardson: [distraught] I can't see anyone like this.
Commander Richardson: I don't think this is a social visit,
[Sees Bledsoe coming]
Commander Richardson: You'd better put some gin in that lemonade.
Lt. Jim Bledsoe: It's one thing to drill a crew for fighting. But when you duck a Jap sub, they wonder why they should break their backs on drills when the captain has no stomach for attacking. What does he want? Obedience? Efficiency? Or the best drilled cowards in the Navy?
Commander Richardson: [after a long pause] Mr. Bledsoe, tell them I'm doubling the drills, starting tomorrow.
Lt. Jim Bledsoe: Yes sir.
[He starts to leave]
Lt. Jim Bledsoe: You might as well know, sir, I don't believe it.
Commander Richardson: Believe what?
Lt. Jim Bledsoe: That you ran away from that sub from cowardice.