"You were right, Chief. You and I have nothing in common. I may be some dirt dumb nigger from Podunk, but at least I'm making something of myself. You, you're the same hateful, little man you started out as. Without diving, you're nothing but a lost, broke-down son of a bitch who used to be something."

"The Navy Diver is not a fighting man, he is a salvage expert. If it is lost underwater, he finds it. If it's sunk, he brings it up. If it's in the way, he moves it. If he's lucky, he will die young, 200 feet beneath the waves, for that is the closest he'll ever get to being a hero. Hell, I don't know why anybody'd want to be a Navy diver."

"You see this pipe? General MacArthur himself smoked this pipe. I served with him in Leyte Gulf. Biggest naval battle in history. Kamikaze ripped into this escort carrier, name of Saint Lo. She went down on a shallow reef, trapping me and six boys in the fire room. Only one way out. (Carl Brashear: Flood the compartment and swim up.) Five decks, cookie. Five fuckin' decks. Locked bulkheads, dead bodies everywhere. You got to have your balls screwed on tight for that swim. We still had intercom. Old MacArthur himself came over that squawk box, "Sunday, you cocky son of a bitch, I bet you can't hold your breath for four minutes and swim out of there." Know what I said back ? "No, Mac, I can't, but I'll bet you your cob pipe I can hold it for five, 'cause that's what it's gonna take, motherfucker.""

"[to the new diver school trainees] The men you are watching are going to be Navy divers. You bottom-suckers are not fit to observe them. Avert your eyes!! [trainees look forward] My name is Master Chief Billy Sunday. There was a preacher by the same name who cleaned up Chicago of all the whoring spics, drunken wops, and motherfucking niggers that was making that place unfit for decent white folks to live. The only difference between me and that old preacher is that he worked for God, and I AM GOD!"

"David Keith — Captain Hartigan"

"Powers Boothe — Captain Pullman"

"Michael Rapaport — Gunner's Mate First Class Snowhill"

"Hal Holbrook — Captain 'Mr. Pappy'"

"Aunjanue Ellis — Jo Brashear"

"Charlize Theron — Gwen Sunday"

"Idris Elba - Augustin Muganza"

"Hope Azeda - Brigitte"

"Ashani Alles - Prosecutor"

"Debra Winger - Prudence Bushnell"

"Noah Emmerich - Lionel Quaid"

"Cleophas Kabasita - Valentine"

"Abby Mukiibi Nkaaga - Col. Théoneste Bagosora"

"Fraser James - Xavier"

"Oris Erhuero - Honoré Butera"

"Pamela Nomvete - Martine"

"Carole Karemera - Jeanne"

"Yes, it is April again... Every year in April the raining season starts. And every year, every day in April... The haunting emptiness descends over our hearts. Every year in April, I remember how quickly life ends. Every year, I remember how lucky I should feel to be alive. Every year in April... I remember."

"Now listen, hear me good, Mama. Please. Don't make me have to send you to jail... There's white time in jail and there's colored time in jail. The worst kind of time you can do is colored time."

"Jester Hairston - Henry (Endicott's butler)"

"Harry Dean Stanton- policeman"

"Eldon Quick - Charlie Hawthorne (photographer)"

"Matt Clark - Packy Harrison"

"Scott Wilson - Harvey Oberst (murder suspect)"

"Arthur Malet - Ted Ulam (mortician)"

"Anthony James - Ralph Henshaw (diner counterman)"

"Quentin Dean - Delores Purdy"

"Larry D. Mann - Watkins"

"Kermit Murdock - H.E. Henderson (banker)"

"Peter Whitney - CPL. George Courtney"

"Beah Richards - Mama Caleba (Mrs. Bellamy)"

"William Schallert - Mayor Webb Schubert"

"James Patterson - Lloyd Purdy (Delores's brother)"

"Larry Gates - Eric Endicott"

"Lee Grant - Mrs. Leslie Colbert"

"Warren Oates - Sergeant (Patrolman) Sam Wood"

"Rod Steiger - Police Chief Bill Gillespie"

"Sidney Poitier - Detective Virgil Tibbs"

"They're going to pin something on that smart cop from Philadelphia... maybe a medal... maybe a murder!"

"They got a murder on their hands... they don't know what to do with it."

"They call me Mister Tibbs!"

"I got the motive which is murder and the body which is dead!"

"Now, Mr. Prentice, clearly a most reasonable man, says he has no wish to offend me, but wants to know if I'm some kind of a nut. And Mrs. Prentice says that like her husband, I'm a burnt-out old shell of a man who cannot even remember what it's like to love a woman the way her son loves my daughter. And strange as it seems, that's the first statement made to me all day with which I am prepared to take issue. Because I think you're wrong. You're as wrong as you can be.I admit that I hadn't considered it, hadn't even thought about it, but I know exactly how he feels about her. And there is nothing, absolutely nothing, that your son feels for my daughter that I didn't feel for Christina. Old? Yes. Burnt out? Certainly. But I can tell you the memories are still there – clear, intact, indestructible. And they'll be there if I live to be 110. Where John made his mistake, I think, was attaching so much importance to what her mother and I might think. Because in the final analysis, it doesn't matter a damn what we think. The only thing that matters is what they feel, and how much they feel for each other. And if it's half of what we felt, that's everything.As for you two and the problems you're going to have, they seem almost unimaginable. But you'll have no problem with me. And I think that uh, when Christina and I and your mother have some time to work on him, you'll have no problem with your father, John. But you do know – I'm sure you know – what you're up against. There'll be a hundred million people right here in this country who'll be shocked and offended and appalled at the two of you. And the two of you will just have to ride that out. Maybe every day for the rest of your lives. You can try to ignore those people or you can feel sorry for them and for their prejudices and their bigotry and their blind hatreds and stupid fears. But where necessary, you'll just have to cling tight to each other and say screw all those people! Anybody could make a case, and a hell of a good case, against your getting married. The arguments are so obvious that nobody has to make them. But you're two wonderful people who happened to fall in love and happen to have a pigmentation problem. And I think that now, no matter what kind of a case some bastard could make against your getting married, there would be only one thing worse. [Matthew's voice softening] And that would be if – knowing what you two are, knowing what you two have, and knowing what you two feel – you didn't get married."

"Beah Richards – Mrs. Mary Prentice"

"Katharine Houghton – Joanna "Joey" Drayton"

"Katharine Hepburn – Christina Drayton"