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Aye-aye, sir. Submerge the boat.
Steady on course. Keep an ear out for commercial traffic.
- I looked up your scores. I have a printout. - I have no doubt.
I'm working on a nickname, though. Oh yeah?
- Naturally you would take the light end. - You can't handle it, sweetheart?
What's our mission, rescue Gilligan?
- Dodge here. - Dodge, this is Admiral Graham.
It still tastes like creamed corn.
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
All right, gentlemen. Let's kick this pig!
Let's go Dodgers!!! End the Series tonight!!!
I lost a grand on that army game, butterfingers.
Yaar!!
Forget the phone. Put it on the squawk.
- Well, then open it. - Roger.
I could not in good conscience accept another command without them.
- You know better, get up here and drive. - I don't think I should, sir.
You think we're all going to jump out of bed and have a big hot steaming cup of seal fat?
Too bad for me. That's why you invited me to Charleston, to gloat that he didn't show up?
I mean on purpose?
Led Zeppelin, 1971, right?
You bastard, Dodge!
Now it sounds like there's two of 'em.
That would be a problem.
Nobody saw that.
but he's gone AWOL with US government property.
Here are recent satellite photos of Russian bases at Petropavlovsk and Vladivostok.
Louie Louie
Why don't you do it again in case they didn't hear you?
and will attend its launching on Friday.
This can expired in 1966.
Yes, sir.
One noise from you, we could have been in a world of trouble.
Oh, my God.
Got it, sir.
# Yo-ho and blow the man down
The U.S. Navy on Sunday, June 18th: Yeah. Almost sounded like... an explosion.
Those are whales, sir.
Conn-sonar.
I have dedicated a substantial portion of my life to getting my own boat.
Cited for tactical excellence, joint NATO exercise.
This crew is the most incompetent bunch of retards and assholes in fire department history.
- Yes, sir. - Dismissed.
- Do you know what time 1100 is? - That would be after 1000, sir.
- This can't be my boat, sir. - Well, it most certainly is.
And this time you'll be given a proper crew,
However, under the circumstances,
Thank you, sir.
Friday Night Lights Let’s Kick This Pig
Squawk on hands-free.
No. Yes.
- Show him a bunk. - There's a problem, sir.
Captain Blood, bring forth the prisoner.
but tattooed on his genitalia.
Your actions were totally inappropriate. It's not the way a prospective captain acts.
What's the matter? It still tastes like creamed corn.
Think like a pirate. I want a man with a tattoo on his dick.
- Still setting terms, huh, Dodge? - Just respectfully requesting, sir.
Men! At ease.
He's not in the area. He must have headed back out to sea.
Wait. Better check it outjust to make sure.
- Orlando is on definitive search and destroy. - At least we'll know where she is.
(squeals)
- Why notjust come up from underneath? - You got to go through the cavitation.
- Admiral, all due respect, this is my boat. - Not right now it's not. With all due respect.
I'll take care of it, sir.
I do their hailing call against the hull. Sometimes they actually answer back.
Sir, this exercise is invalid. Dodge left the containment area...
- Not a float in a parade or something? - I'm afraid so, Sonar.
- Stepanak, what are you doing? - As little as possible, sir.
All right, that's enough for today. Let's get the hell out of here.
Executive Officer Martin Pascal has something he'd like to say to you.
We're all in this together, and you and your career are in the hands of those assholes.
Let's take her down to... oh, say 500 feet.
In conventional battle, certainly that's true.
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- You're mine, maggot! - Ha!
First you'll attempt to invade Charleston harbour.
Buckman!
Dodge here.
Live it up, guys. You earned it.
Approximately ten feet to bottom, sir.
- Gimme all you got, Howard. - Aye, sir.
Captain.