In Which We Serve

00:01:52 This is the story of a ship

00:09:34 Hard a-port.

00:15:33 - Will you have one, sir? - No, thanks, not at the moment.

00:18:13 My love. My love.

00:23:25 Don't talk so silly. You know perfectly well how old I am, so don't pretend you don't.

00:26:31 - A happy ship, sir. - That's right.

00:32:02 (Coughing)

00:35:08 Well, be that as it may, I would like to add that I consider we're all...

00:38:03 Speaking from bitter experience

00:42:25 - Want a drop, dear? - No, thanks.

00:46:13 She doesn't mind, so long as I don't get back too late.

00:50:30 It's your own fault for marrying a sailor.

00:53:38 Some damned poet at some time or other

00:57:54 Go on. Stack'em up.

01:03:27 Are the bulkheads holding all right?

01:08:27 (Pianola plays Run Rabbit Run)

01:12:59 I said before, and I'll say it again, there is nothing on land or sea

01:16:24 Gentle, you know. Not exactly smug, but not exactly warlike, either.

01:22:11 when one can, just for a little.

01:25:42 Thank you for nothing. I've slept in it.

01:29:49 Well, where could you go if you could get ashore?

01:34:29 She's going, sir.

01:40:01 (Sobbing)

01:44:40 ...that there isn't one of you that I wouldn't be proud and honoured to serve with again.