Fletcher Christian Quotes in Mutiny on the Bounty (1962)

Fletcher Christian: I was just thinking, sir, that our little errand for groceries might wind up in a page of naval history if we succeed in negotiating The Horn in the dead of winter.

Captain Bligh: Why shouldn't we succeed? Admiral Anderson did.

Fletcher Christian: Yes, but of course he didn't choose to attempt it in a ninety-one-foot chamber pot. In any event, his was the only ship to do it and I believe he lost fifty percent of his crew.

Fletcher Christian: There'll be no more killing aboard this ship, not even Captain Bligh.

Captain Bligh: If that's an attempt to earn clemency,I spit on it.

Captain Bligh: In a civilised soceity, certain lewd intentions towards the female members of one's family would be regarded as a, well, as an insult. Do you follow me?

Fletcher Christian: I think so, sir.

Captain Bligh: But in Tahiti, the insult lies in the omission of those lewd intentions. Manners that would offend a dock-side harlot seem to be the only acceptable behaviour to King Hitihiti.

Midshipman Edward 'Ned' Young: Fletcher, I'm proud to be with you.

Fletcher Christian: Well you've done rather well, Ned. Promoted to the rank of criminal. Not even 20 and a death sentence on your head.

Fletcher Christian: [to Captain Bligh] You remarkable pig. You can thank whatever pig god you pray to that you haven't turned me into a murderer.

Fletcher Christian: [to Captain Bligh] But I assure you, sir, that the execution of my duties is entirely unaffected by my private opinion of you.

Captain Bligh: [On the main deck, next to the water cask] Mr. Christian...

Fletcher Christian: Yes, sir?

Captain Bligh: I'll have a sentry posted at the water cask, if you please.

Fletcher Christian: Aye, aye, sir.

Captain Bligh: [Holding a long-handled water ladle] I want this slung from the main t'gallant yardarm. Any man desiring water will climb and fetch it. He may have just as much water as this ladle holds, and no more. Then he will replace the ladle at the yardarm.

Fletcher Christian: Are we short of water, sir?

Captain Bligh: [Gruffly] Do you wish me to repeat the order?

Fletcher Christian: No, sir, it's perfectly clear... A bit bewildering, but clear.

Captain Bligh: Then do it! Don't think about it... thinking seems to confuse you!

Fletcher Christian: You're in prison now, Mills. With one slight difference. We're not locked in. We're locked out.

Fletcher Christian: [regarding Norman] Since we are not at war, sir, I would hope to give him a decent burial. Yes, sir.

Captain Bligh: I am at war. Against ill winds, contrary currents and incompetent officers. You'd best join my war, Mr. Christian, for if I don't start winning soon, the casualty list will be real enough.

Fletcher Christian: [wanting to flog Bligh before putting him in the boat, but he slowly puts the flog on Bligh's shoulder] Take your flag with you.

Captain Bligh: [chuckling while rolling the flog, then throws it on the deck] I don't need a flag, Mr. Christian. Unlike you, I still have a country. What a big price to pay for a little show of temper. I pity you.

Captain Bligh: I wonder why an alleged gentleman should give his first loyalty to ordinary seamen.

Fletcher Christian: Instead of to other alleged gentlemen?

Captain Bligh: Impertinence noted.It shall be logged. Do you care to enlarge the entry?

Fletcher Christian: Yes, only with this observation, which I will report to the Admiralty in any case: in my years of service I have never met an officer who inflicted punishment upon men with such incredible relish. Sickening.

Captain Bligh: Then go and be sick in your cabin, Mr Christian. I have never met a naval officer who was so proud of a weak stomach.

Fletcher Christian: I believe I did what honour dictated and that belief sustains me, except for a slight desire to be dead which I'm sure will pass.

Fletcher Christian: We need only persuade the British people of something they already know - that inhumanity is its poorest servant.

Fletcher Christian: [Lying on the beach in Pitcairn] So, it was your work, the burning. Was it? You filth.

John Mills: I had no want in me to harm you. For the love of God, believe I regret what has happened to you. We all do. But each man has to follow his own belief, no matter what. You said this many times after the mutiny. So I did what I thought I had to do. I burned the Bounty for the good of all. It wasn't in bad faith. It was just bad luck.

Fletcher Christian: For the good of all, Mills?

John Mills: Yes, sir.

Fletcher Christian: But why did you have to burn the Bounty? You had no reason to fear me.

John Mills: We were afraid, Mr. Christian. We were afraid that you were going to take us to London by force. We are sick and sorry for what has happened to you. We will never forget what you've done for us.

Fletcher Christian: It's alright, Mills. It wasn't your fault. Bligh left his mark on all of us.

John Mills: Goodbye, Mr. Christian.

Fletcher Christian: [after striking Captain Bligh] You bloody bastard! You'll not put your foot on me again!

Captain Bligh: [laughing] Thank you! Thank you! I've been puzzling for a means to take the strut out of you, you posturing snob. Now, you've solved that for me, haven't you? You have witnessed Mr. Christian's act of violence toward a superior officer. He will be placed in confinement until a court martial can be convened. In Jamaica, I expect. And will your fashionable friends be there to witness your execution, I wonder? Let's hope so. Pity if your last function were to be a social failure. Mr. Fryer, take him below.

Fletcher Christian: [before putting Bligh in the longboat] As you know, Tafoa is due west, 40 leagues. You have your compass. This book is sufficient for its purpose. The sextant is my own, so you know it to be a good one. Now, Mr. William Bligh...

Captain Bligh: [smiling] Quite polite and formal, are we? Playing the gentleman again, you bloody traitor.

Captain Bligh: [three deserters are brought before Bligh] Quite an interesting gathering. What are those deserters doing here? Why aren't these men in irons?

Fletcher Christian: The men are being bandaged, sir. As to whether they are deserters, I'm a naval officer, I'm not a judge.

Captain Bligh: To my mind, you are neither.

Fletcher Christian: We may all very well be hanged. But decency is worth fighting for. You can't live without it. And hiding here, shivering like convicts, when we've a just case to present to the courts, is just another way of dying. And a far less bearable one.

Captain Bligh: [speaking to his officers during supper] You will all of you, no doubt, command your own ships someday. Let us suppose that your vessel is running in heavy seas. The shrouds are covered with ice. A gale is blowing. It becomes necessary, in your opinion, to order a seaman aloft. He realizes, of course, that if his fingers slip from the icy shrouds in a split second, he'll perish immediately. Now, this is a typical seaman, a half-witted, wife-beating, habitual drunkard. His whole life is spent evading and defying authority. Tell me, sir. What is it that makes this man go aloft?

Fletcher Christian: I think, depending on the man, sir, any number of reasons.

Captain Bligh: You can put it in one word. Fear. Fear of what you'll do to him. Fear of punishment so vivid in his mind that he fears it even more than sudden death.

Fletcher Christian: Would you care for a drink?

Midshipman Edward 'Ned' Young: No, thank you.

Fletcher Christian: [seeing that Ned doesn't leave] Well, what are you standing there for? Did you come here to watch my Adam's apple bob about while I drink?

Midshipman Edward 'Ned' Young: No, I'm thirsty.

Fletcher Christian: Well, take some water, then.

Midshipman Edward 'Ned' Young: I couldn't. I couldn't get it down.

Fletcher Christian: [throwing the ladle angrily] Puking hell, you're a bore!

Midshipman Edward 'Ned' Young: Is it a bore to want to help men whose lives are being torn out of them by a madman?

Fletcher Christian: Why don't you have the carpenter build you a cross, so you can drag about the ship and put ashes on your head? That would suit you, wouldn't it?

Midshipman Edward 'Ned' Young: I've known you all my life, but I've never really known you till this moment. You're just exactly what you seem to be. A supercilious poseur without the slightest trace of humanity or compassion.

Fletcher Christian: Are you quite finished with your impertinence?

Midshipman Edward 'Ned' Young: Not quite. One needn't look further for you character than the pomade in your hair.

Fletcher Christian: You'll close your arrogant mouth, Mr. Midshipman Young, or I'll have you on the rack. That's a promise and an order.