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.
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.