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

Captain Blood, bring forth the prisoner.

Squawk on hands-free.

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- Do you know what time 1100 is? - That would be after 1000, sir.

Now it sounds like there's two of 'em.

What's the matter? It still tastes like creamed corn.

Approximately ten feet to bottom, sir.

Keep your eye on the string Cos the upward pressure on SPY is gonna squeeze the hull of this boat like an empty beer can

- This can't be my boat, sir. - Well, it most certainly is.

- You know better, get up here and drive. - I don't think I should, sir.

- Show him a bunk. - There's a problem, sir.

I mean on purpose?

Too bad for me. That's why you invited me to Charleston, to gloat that he didn't show up?

You bastard, Dodge!

In conventional battle, certainly that's true.

I have dedicated a substantial portion of my life to getting my own boat.

Cited for tactical excellence, joint NATO exercise.

One noise from you, we could have been in a world of trouble.

This crew is the most incompetent bunch of retards and assholes in fire department history.

First you'll attempt to invade Charleston harbour.

Wait. Better check it outjust to make sure.

# Yo-ho and blow the man down

And this time you'll be given a proper crew,

The U.S. Navy on Sunday, June 18th: Yeah. Almost sounded like... an explosion.

- Stepanak, what are you doing? - As little as possible, sir.

- Still setting terms, huh, Dodge? - Just respectfully requesting, sir.

- Well, then open it. - Roger.

- Naturally you would take the light end. - You can't handle it, sweetheart?

That would be a problem.

but tattooed on his genitalia.

All right, gentlemen. Let's kick this pig!

Led Zeppelin, 1971, right?

- Why notjust come up from underneath? - You got to go through the cavitation.

Forget the phone. Put it on the squawk.

I do their hailing call against the hull. Sometimes they actually answer back.

What's our mission, rescue Gilligan?

Let's go Dodgers!!! End the Series tonight!!!

- You're mine, maggot! - Ha!

This can expired in 1966.

Let's take her down to... oh, say 500 feet.

Your actions were totally inappropriate. It's not the way a prospective captain acts.

Think like a pirate. I want a man with a tattoo on his dick.

Why don't you do it again in case they didn't hear you?

He's not in the area. He must have headed back out to sea.

Aye-aye, sir. Submerge the boat.

We're all in this together, and you and your career are in the hands of those assholes.

- Yes, sir. - Dismissed.

I could not in good conscience accept another command without them.

but he's gone AWOL with US government property.

Those are whales, sir.

- Not a float in a parade or something? - I'm afraid so, Sonar.

All right, that's enough for today. Let's get the hell out of here.

I'll take care of it, sir.

- Admiral, all due respect, this is my boat. - Not right now it's not. With all due respect.

- Dodge here. - Dodge, this is Admiral Graham.

and will attend its launching on Friday.

Nobody saw that.

- Orlando is on definitive search and destroy. - At least we'll know where she is.

Thank you, sir.

I'm working on a nickname, though. Oh yeah?

Live it up, guys. You earned it.

Steady on course. Keep an ear out for commercial traffic.

Executive Officer Martin Pascal has something he'd like to say to you.

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Sir, this exercise is invalid. Dodge left the containment area...

- I looked up your scores. I have a printout. - I have no doubt.

I lost a grand on that army game, butterfingers.

Here are recent satellite photos of Russian bases at Petropavlovsk and Vladivostok.

However, under the circumstances,

- Gimme all you got, Howard. - Aye, sir.

It still tastes like creamed corn.