Mactaggart, the skipper:
[to prosperous merchantmen in a pub]
You're very smug with your gold braid and your conventions and your five days a week, but you're no better than hirelings standing like wee bairns in front of Mr. Campbell's big desk down yonder. You haven't the freedom of operations that I have. You haven't the dignity of your own command. And as for my boat, there's not a finer vessel in the coastal trade! There's not a finer vessel anywhere!
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