- Jack Vincent: What's your offence?
- Pat Cassidy: Eh, being Irish. We're eh, limerick men. So one night we're taking a little walk in the moonlight, but unfortunately it's after curfew. I leave the rest to your imagination, sir.
- Lt. Harry Anderson: So, it wasn't enough for you to be thrown out of the service, to disgrace your family name. But you had to disgrace yourself even further. I always knew you'd come to a bad end.
- Jack Vincent: Did you?
- Lt. Harry Anderson: Always. I never liked you. Oh, I thought when I married your sister it might forge a bond between us, but you had to turn her against me, didn't you?
- Jack Vincent: No, Harry. You did that.
- Lt. Harry Anderson: And of course you believed her vicious flights of fancy.
- Jack Vincent: I believed the vicious marks on her neck.
- Lt. Harry Anderson: What's the tally to date, Mr. Towers?
- Towers: Fifteen prisoners dead, sir. And five of the crew.
- Lt. Harry Anderson: You're to be congratulated.
- Towers: Only if I'd saved them, sir.
- Lt. Harry Anderson: No, no, the sourcrout kept the scurvy down.
- Towers: It did, sir.