Hunter: In a nuclear world, the real enemy can’t be destroyed.
Ramsey: Attention on deck, Von Clausewitz will now tell us who the real enemy is. Von?
Hunter: In my humble opinion, in the nuclear world, the real enemy is war itself.
Ramsey: God help you if you’re wrong.
Hunter: If I’m wrong, then we’re at war; God help us all.
Ramsey: Short of the outbreak of World War III, the ship sinking, or attack by a giant octupus, I’d like to spend the next thirty minutes undisturbed.
Ramsey: How do you like that cigar?
Hunter: It’s good, sir.
Ramsey: It’s your first?
Ramsey: Well, don’t like it too much. They’re more expensive than drugs.
Captain Ramsey: I expect and demand your very best. Anything less, you should have joined the Air Force.
Hunter: You have to set an example even in the face of stupidity. Now everyone who reads comic books knows that the Kirby Silver Surfer is the only true Silver Surfer, now am I right or wrong?
Capt. Ramsey: All I ask is that you keep up with me. If you can’t, then that strange sensation you’ll be feeling in the seat of your pants will be my boot in your ass!
Ramsey: We’re here to preserve democracy, not practice it.
Ramsey: Interesting way you put that, Mr. Hunter.
Hunter: How’d I put it, sir?
Ramsey: Very carefully. I’m not suggesting that you’re indecisive, Mr. Hunter, not at all. Just…complicated.