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so we shall do the opposite and deploy southerly.

# Come all ye young fellows who follow the sea

I... I think we did it, sir.

Lt Lake reporting for duty, sir. And there's no problem.

Now, call me a prude if you want, but I don't think it's good policy for the navy

Yesterday, it was a Band-Aid!

You scared the hell out of me, Emily.

We have our crew here, I see. What do you say we board them?

Were those hot torpedoes or exercise shots?

Apparently not.

Nobody Talks about Brave men and Their Proud AutoHelms

- Buckman. - Yes, sir?

The lard is in your head!

- 50 bucks. - It's a bet.

Nitro, do you want to get me Admiral Graham now?

- Continue course and speed. - Aye, sir. Continue course and speed.

That would have screwed everybody.

- I want to hear if anybody's out there. - Aye, sir. Kill the engines.

Prepare for dive!

- 20 degrees down bubble. - Take her all the way down to the bottom.

Excuse me. Why am I here?

Don't think like that. Damn it to hell, don't go by the book.

Is it a biologic?

(kissing noises and wolf-whistles)

The real solution to your problem

Except it's devilled ham!

Secure the engines. Periscope depth. Answer bells on batteries.

Still, a simulator is not a boat.

- Take a seat. - Thank you.

- Patching you through. - Radio's working like a Swiss...

Now, I would love to be able to tell you more,

When you get a week's holiday and there are Class 37's in Anglia

Polishing the old torpedo sir?

Oh, my Lord, what is that?

Submarine Stingray, this is submarine Orlando.

You think we're all going to jump out of bed and have a big hot steaming cup of pig fat?

He has a tattoo of his cat?

- Passing 300 feet. - Approaching the bottom, sir.

You sure? Yeah a quarter and two dimes

Welcome back. You pushed my order to the breaking point.

You are addressing a superior officer. No, merely a higher-ranking one.

When I get back in you'd better have the horn section figured out. I can't work like this.

one commensurate with your tactical and leadership abilities.

Well, what the heck? Why don't we pull in so you can putt out?

What, are you kidding?

(Winslow) Chalk one up for the diesel navy!

When you start looking closely at an old tug

- Fire one. - Fire one.

One degree down bubble.

USS Stingray. SS 161.

Off the coast of Virginia?

I have been individually briefed.

- What a horrifying thought. - (hissing)

(Stepanak) Hey, Fowler!

Active sonars in all quadrants, sir.

Yes, sir. I plan on taking charge of his capture. Personally.

(lascivious mumbling)

This stuff's been on the Stingray since Korea.

Thank you, sir. I'll try not to overdo it.

- Attention on deck. - It's all right, men. Carry on.

His salute still leaves something to be desired.

All right. All hands below. We're going back inside the containment area.