Captain Garth:
Can I ask you something personal? Very personal?
Commander Rochefort:
Sure.
Captain Garth:
You know, it really stinks down here. How often do some of your people take a bath?
Commander Rochefort:
Bath? Hell, I don't know. What *day* is it?
Captain Garth:
How much can you decipher?
Commander Rochefort:
Fifteen percent.
Captain Garth:
Really decipher?
Commander Rochefort:
Ten percent.
Captain Garth:
Ten percent? That's one word in ten, Joe! You're *guessing*!
Commander Rochefort:
[
slightly hurt] We like to call it "analysis."
RAdm. Tamon Yamaguchi:
Once, we filled the sky with our aircraft. Now we win or lose with six fighters and ten torpedo planes.
Captain Garth:
Listen, Carl; I understand my boy, Tom, is in your squadron. How's he doing?
Cmdr. Carl Jessop:
Good, he's doing good. Good pilot. Good all around. I think his only problem would be... enemy identification. The boy's got to learn man: you do not win a war by kissing the enemy
Vice Adm. Chuichi Nagumo:
They sacrifice themselves like Samurai, these Americans.
RAdm. Raymond A. Spruance:
If it's Midway, I'll *bushwhack* 'em!
[
Nimitz has received the first reports on the Battle at Midway]
Lt. Comm. Rochefort:
Three Jap carriers sunk, Admiral. Isn't that worth at least a "hot diggity damn"?
Admiral Nimitz:
I'll take it under advisement, Joe. There's still one enemy carrier out there somewhere.
Lt. Comm. Rochefort:
We've already achieved a great victory, Admiral. Shouldn't you call the carriers back to Pearl and out of harm's way?
Admiral Nimitz:
Ah, that would be the smart play. Joe. Trouble problem is; I *want* that fourth carrier!
[
Spruance is visiting Halsey in the hospital]
RAdm. Raymond A. Spruance:
I just want to thank you for recommending me to take your task force to sea. Now I have a question for you- Did that *itch* go to your *head*?
Vice Adm. William F. 'Bull' Halsey Jr.:
[
amused] Stop underestimating yourself, Ray. Any Skipper who could keep his cruisers and destroyers alongside of my carriers, from one end of the Pacific to the other, is *definitely* the man for the job.
RAdm. Raymond A. Spruance:
You and I are uh- aw, Bill, we're kind of different! Do you think *I* can pull it off the same way *you* could have?
Vice Adm. William F. 'Bull' Halsey Jr.:
[
calmly] I can only tell you this Ray- You play it the way you *feel* it, not the way you think *I'd* play it. You go to sea, you find Yamamoto, and *chew his ass*! Now, that's all there is to it.
RAdm. Frank J. 'Jack' Fletcher:
I'd give my retirement pay to know what Nagumo is up to now.
Captain Garth:
Same thing we are, Admiral- Sweating it out.
Cmdr. Jessop:
"Wait and see." We waited. December 7th, we saw... The "Wait and see"-ers will bust your ass *every time*!
Miss Haruko Sakura:
Damn it, I'm an American! What makes us different from German-Americans or Italian-Americans?
Captain Garth:
Pearl Harbor... I guess.
Officer on Midway:
Send this right away.
Pvt. Dombrowski:
Hey chief what's this?
[
a message saying that Midway's pure water condenser is malfunctioning]
Pvt. Dombrowski:
There ain't nothing wrong with our pure water condenser. I was just over there.
Officer on Midway:
[
annoyed] Dombrowski, *send it*!
Pvt. Dombrowski:
[
baffled] I think the goddamn *heat's* gettin' to *everybody* here!
[
sends the message]
Adm. Isoroku Yamamoto:
[
almost at the end] Leave that to me, I am the only one who must apologize to His Majesty.
Lt. Jack Reid:
You okay?
[
to Lieutenant Garth]
Lt. Jack Reid:
Here.
[
gives him a cigarette]
Pilot Ramos:
[
Gestures to the scout planes taking off] Those poor bastards are going to miss all the fun. There's nothin' north of us but empty ocean.
Lt. Jack Reid:
[
to Garth] He gets his dope straight from Tokyo Rose, right, Chili Bean?
Pilot Ramos:
Wrong, caballo. I get from here!
[
gestures to his head]
Pilot Ramos:
When it frizzles, there's Japs around!
Vice Adm. Chuichi Nagumo:
[
commenting on the American torpedo bombers] They sacrifice themselves like samurai, these Americans.
Ensign George Gay:
Red Fox Leader from Kit 3. Red Fox Leader from Kit 3. Skipper? Either my compass is all fouled up or we're not headed two-four-zero.
Lieutenant Commander John Waldron:
There's nothing out there but empty ocean. I know where the Japs'll be, Mister Gay.
Ensign George Gay:
Think you might let us in on it, sir?
Lieutenant Commander John Waldron:
I figure they moved since we launched. East, heading out, away from Midway. OUT!
Ensign George Gay:
Roger.
Huntington:
What good's our orders if the skipper's gonna lead us off on his own? I don't like it, sir.
Ensign George Gay:
Huntington, now you take it easy, y'hear? If anybody can find the Zekes, Waldron can. He's part Sioux Indian, for Christ's sake.
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