Cuba Gooding Jr.: Carl Brashear

Men of Honor

Carl Brashear

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"

Carl Brashear: Captain Hanks, I have spent most of my life in the Navy trying only to succeed. However, my quest has come at a great personal loss to those who love me. They too have made sacrifices. They too have endured great pains to support me. If I walk these twelve steps today, reinstate me to active duty. Give me my career back, let me finish it and go home in peace.

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!

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: [Billy douses Carl with water wile he's sleeping] Rise and shine, cookie. Time for trainin'.
[Carl spits out water, he next is seen running out of the cabin but Billy sprays him with a water hose]
Billy Sunday: Are you familiar with the principle of Boyle's Law?
Carl Brashear: [on the ground all wet] The what?
[Billy sprays him again]
Billy Sunday: I didn't hear you're answer.
[he sprays Carl again]
Billy Sunday: Come on, cookie. Get up.
[he picks up Carl and drags him over to a barrel filled with water]
Billy Sunday: Boyle's Law states that, at a constant temperature, the volume of a confined ideal gas varies inversely with it's pressure!
[he dunks Carls head in]
Billy Sunday: Now why is this law important in divin'?
Carl Brashear: I don't know, Chief!
Billy Sunday: [continues to dunk his head as he speaks] You don't know and you ain't ever gonna know, 'cause you're just some dumb dirt nigger from Podunk! I know you. Your sweet smell hung in every bunk and Goddamn shack I ever lived in. Your nigger face stared at me every time we had to leave 'cause your daddy could farm it cheaper then mine. Mine drank himself into a $7 casket, but that ain't ever gonna happen to me because I'm a master diver! And maybe you'll remember that next time you imply we got *anything* in common! You read me, cookie?
[Carl coughs up water]