Hornblower: Wait, Matthews, Styles.
Matthews: Captain Hornblower, it’s good to see you back in command, sir!
Bush: Well, we can always find a place for Matthews.
Bush: (to Midshipman Hammond) As Midshipman, I expect you to know this ship like the back of your hand, or else you shall know the back of mine.
Pellew: Thank God not all Frenchmen worship that Corsican upstart! Eh?
Hornblower: Wolfe, why must you speak when you have nothing to say?
Styles: I’m just boiling the coffee now, sir. I’ll go fetch it.
Bush: But... coffee shouldn’t be…
Hornblower: Boiled, William? I know, I know.
Midshipman Hamond: I’ll have you know, Matthews, I don’t much care for your tone.
Matthews: Well, sir. I must say, I don’t give a tinker’s cuss what you care for.