Hornblower: Loyalty

Lieutenant Bush:
[Mr. Bush has noticed that there is no mention of Horatio's smothering the fuse of a cannon ball] Sir, I hope you will not fail to mention the incident.

Commander Horatio Hornblower:
It has been recorded in the log.

Lieutenant Bush:
[reading] A five inch shot, fired from shore, landed on deck and failed to explode. Sir, that is not what happened.

Commander Horatio Hornblower:
Was not a five inch shot fired from shore?

Lieutenant Bush:
Yes, sir.

Commander Horatio Hornblower:
Did it not land on deck?

Lieutenant Bush:
Well, yes sir but...

Commander Horatio Hornblower:
Did it perhaps explode without my noticing?

Lieutenant Bush:
No, sir.

Commander Horatio Hornblower:
Then my report is accurate.

Commander Horatio Hornblower:
For a long time now no one ashore cared much whether I lived or died.

Maria Mason:
I care, Horatio. My heart leaps when I hear your footsteps on the stairs and when I hear your voice.

Commander Horatio Hornblower:
Don't judge a ship by the number of its guns, major, but by the skill of its crew.

Styles:
How do you make coffee?

Matthews:
Do I look like a cook? You and your big mouth!

Wolfe:
C'mon, lads! Explosives are nothing to worry about - unless you're careless. Then your worries are over.

Commander Horatio Hornblower:
[Speaking of the loyalty of Irish sailors to the British Crown] It is better to earn loyalty than to demand it.

Admiral Sir Edward Pellew:
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child, but when I became a man, I put away childish things.

Commander Horatio Hornblower:
Sir?

Admiral Sir Edward Pellew:
Hmmm. You know, Hornbloer, it is very hard for a father to see his children grow up.

Commander Horatio Hornblower:
I'm not sure I understand you, sir.

Admiral Sir Edward Pellew:
I dare say, you will.

Styles:
If that's their idea of the cavalry I pity the poor bastards!

Commander Horatio Hornblower:
Enjoy your meal, Wolfe. Once Admiral Pellew is done, you won't be dining on Breton lobster.

Wolfe:
When we're done, Breton lobster will be dining on Admiral Pellew.

[after Horatio blows up the French batterie and takes a leaping dive to the ground to avoid the ball of fire]

Styles:
You all right, Sir?

Commander Horatio Hornblower:
I'm a bit singed, Styles.

Styles:
Oh no, Sir. You're done to a turn. [Pats him on the stomach] Trust me, I'm a cook.