They were all disloyal. I tried to run the ship properly by the book, but they fought me at every turn. If the crew wanted to walk around with their shirttails hanging out, that's all right, let them! Take the towline - defective equipment, no more, no less. But they encouraged the crew to go around, scoffing at me and spreading wild rumors about steaming in circles and then 'Old Yellowstain.' I was to blame for Lieutenant Maryk's incompetence and poor seamanship. Lieutenant Maryk was the perfect officer, but not Captain Queeg. Ah, but the strawberries! That's, that's where I had them. They laughed at me and made jokes, but I proved beyond the shadow of a doubt, and with, with geometric logic, that, that a duplicate key to the wardroom icebox did exist. And I would have produced that key if they hadn't pulled the Caine out of action.
GIF now wallpaper and the first line of the "Queeg Soliliquy" now the scrolling screen saver on one State desktop computer...
Too funny, EGDan
.....Lieutenant Keefer preaches dissension against Queeg, and labels his erratic behavior as a "paranoia case." He helps to eventually undermine the Captain and encourage a mutiny aboard ship ("Has it ever occurred to you that our captain might be unbalanced?...Captain Queeg has every symptom of acute paranoia. It's just a question of time before he goes over the line"). Keefer steadily instills doubt in the crew's confidence in Queeg by questioning the captain's mental instability:
"Look at the man. He's a Freudian delight. He crawls with clues. His fixation on the little rolling balls. The chattering in second-hand phrases and slogans. His inability to look you in the eye, the constant migraine headaches."