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(whistles)
I feel I need a tetanus shot just from looking at it.
Passing 350 feet, sir.
The Murmansk brushing incident.
- You all right, Howard? - Yeah. Did I miss anything?
Don't tell me. Deaf as Beethoven.
- Welcome aboard, Sylves-terson. - Sylvesterson, sir.
(knocks)
You know that lay-up at the end of the army game?
8,000 yards and closing, sir.
It can't be easy for Lt Lake here to be thrown into this jungle.
Aar-harr-harr!
which would be a tragedy for him
8,000 yards and closing, sir. Confirm torpedo range.
(clanking)
to a man who has Welcome Aboard tattooed on his penis.
XO Pascal here.
# Oh, give me a plank that looks down on the sea
Bearing 2-6-3.
- All right. Lash the lamp to the scope. - OK, OK.
- Lt Lake? - I didn't give you permission to enter.
So far, sir, I'm only picking up some faint merchant traffic.
(whooping)
Look, Lake. There is no way you could know what the contour of the ocean floor was like.
You've all worked so hard, I don't want to be the one who screws it up.
- Polishing the old torpedo, sir? - Shut up, Stepanak.
Commander, this boat is...
A failing noted more than once in your fit rep.
i WANT A CEO WITH COPILOT TATTOOED on his dick
Conn-sonar. Hot noise in the water.
Oh, my God. Three destroyers and a frigate.
Nitro.
Ten feet and closing, sir.
The man's got to be out there somewhere. He can'tjust have vanished.
Jesus Buckman! This stuffs been on the Stingray since Korea!
One rebel diesel against the US nuclear navy.
Oh!
to me.
Remember, when you rush, that's when accidents happen
Let me be the judge of that. No one could have set us down in any better condition.
That one's coffee. That one looks like cooking lard, sir.
Got drunk and passed out.
Now, about my transfer. This post could jeopardise my chances for advancement.
buBBle [zero] MAM!
Jackson, adjust trim.
(whispers) Sir. It's the Orlando.
This is Captain Tom Dodge.
Full negative to the mark.
Don't hear anything, but they may be playing possum.
5,000 yards and closing.
- Didn't do much bottoming on the simulator. - Nothing to it. Piece of cake.
Sir? I checked the manual and I am well within my rights.
Nobody Talks About Brave Men In Their Proud Simulators
I'm a mediocre player. I never started for any team I ever played for.
Cos I want that cabinet repacked regulation-style by 1100.
# It's time to be bathing Lieutenant Marty
They can't distinguish between us and the ocean floor.
Bingo 500 Members! God I love this job!
I love this job.
God I love This Job!
Let the air out. We got to get below that P3 sonar.
- That is so nasty. - I'm sorry. A little dusty in here.
You better burn that shirt, sailor.
# Oh, yeah!
Exclamation from Trump legal team
- Bearing mark. - 2-6-3.
If you hear them talking about the new nuclear attack sub in town, let me know.
You're the only one who can, Lake. I'm guessing here.
- How you doing back there, Howard? - We'll be up in a couple of minutes.
No, sir. Not at all. Dodge was simply outclassed.
All right, Lieutenant. Yes?
I am Lt Emily Lake, your new dive officer.
OK.
- Second mark, sir? - Haven't got the time.
Your decision to leave the engagement zone is a direct violation of our standing orders.
War game record's starting to look shaky, not to mention that third star.
Balls to the walls boys!
This crew is the most incompetent bunch of Regards and assholes in history.
Orlando, this is Stingray. Stingray one speaking.
Cos the pressure on SPY is gonna squeeze the hull of this boat like an empty beer can
If I see that baby go up, then we'll talk about your boat.