Men of Honor

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!

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 motherf***ing n*ggers 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!

Billy Sunday:
Snowhill, get your Wisconsin ass back in the barracks.

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.

Billy Sunday:
A Chief Petty Officer shall not drink. However, if he should drink he shall not get drunk. If he should get drunk, he shall not stagger. And if he should stagger, he shall not fall. And if he should fall, he will fall in such a manner as to cover up his rank so that passerbyers will think he is an officer.

ASNF - A SON NEVER FORGETS

You give me my 12 cookie

Carl Brashear:
Permission to relieve the man below, Master Chief.

Billy Sunday:
What are you, cookie, some kind of goddamn hero ? I got no room in my class for heroes or stutterin' swim champs with a wife and kids to worry about, do you read me?

Carl Brashear:
If you wanna flunk me, flunk me, but don't punish him for being decent to me.

Billy Sunday:
I don't have to flunk you. You're gonna do that all on your own.

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!

Jo:
Don't you see? I'm not like you. The things I want... The things I want are smaller. If I just work hard and keep my head down...

Carl Brashear:
Your whole life will pass you by.

Mr. Pappy:
Did you know that ordinary house dust is composed primarily of human skin?

Billy Sunday:
No sir, I didn't know that.

Mr. Pappy:
Makes you think twice about who you invite into your home.

Carl Brashear:
All I ever wanted to do was to make Master Diver.

Billy Sunday:
All I ever wanted to do was stay one.

Diving Student:
(Standing in his underwear banging a pot with a spoon) I Stole a Pie! I stole a Pie! I stole a Pie!

you know what the chinese say cookie beware what you wish for

Jo:
“Why you want this so badly?”

Carl:
“Because they said I couldn’t have it?”

[At the Navy Diver School gate, Carl Brashear is not intimidated by Chief Sunday offering him a drink and a trip home]

Carl Brashear:
Sir, I am a Navy man. Where I come from, there are no oceans. Only dirt farms and ornery mules. And no self-respecting Navy man makes a living driving mules... sir

Billy Sunday:
[lights up pipe] You know what the Chinese day, cookie? Beware what you wish for. [to gate guards] Let him in.

[Diver School CO Mr Pappy summons Chief Sunday]

Mr. Pappy:
Did you know that ordinary house dust is composed primarily of human skin?

Billy Sunday:
No sir, I didn't know that.

Mr. Pappy:
Makes you think twice about who you invite into your home. [sniffs] Two tablespoons of machine oil can contaminate an entire ship's fresh water supply. Some things just don't mix. Do they, Chief?

Sunday:
He's gonna pass. Yesterday, he scored a 94 on his final. Sir, he don't have to be that fast tomorrow. All he's got to do is complete the exercise.

Mr. Pappy:
Billy... there may come a day when a colored diver graduates from this school, but it won't be tomorrow or as long as I'm here. You agree with me, of course. Don't you, Chief?

Sunday:
Yes, sir.

Leslie William 'Billy' Sunday:
You see this pipe? General MacArthur himself smoked this pipe. I served with him in Leyte Gulf. Biggest naval battle in history. Kamikaze ripped into this escort carrier, name of Saint Lo. She went down on a shallow reef, trapping me and six boys in the fire room. Only one way out. (Carl Brashear: Flood the compartment and swim up.) Five decks, cookie. Five f***in' decks. Locked bulkheads, dead bodies everywhere. You got to have your balls screwed on tight for that swim. We still had intercom. Old MacArthur himself came over that squawk box, "Sunday, you cocky son of a b*tch, I bet you can't hold your breath for four minutes and swim out of there." Know what I said back ? "No, Mac, I can't, but I'll bet you your cob pipe I can hold it for five, 'cause that's what it's gonna take, motherf***er."

Carl Brashear:
You were right, Chief. You and I have nothing in common. I may be some dirt dumb n*gger from Podunk, but at least I'm making something of myself. You, you're the same hateful, little man you started out as. Without diving, you're nothing but a lost, broke-down son of a b*tch who used to be something.