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The intruder is probably coming from Norfolk.
- Ahead one-third, steady on course. - Ahead one-third, steady on course. Aye, sir.
Comport ourselves as professionals.
What are you doing? Whiskey! Thins down the mix. Gives us another 50 RPM's!
- Mr Pascal please, periscope depth. - Periscope depth.
You are targeted.
Sounds like a whale.
If I throw you off, it'll be in the middle of the Atlantic.
you're going to attempt to sink shipping right here at the naval base in Norfolk.
# You make me feel so young. Boom!
And which do you think we're going to be using more often?
THIS IS THE MOST INCOMPETENT BUNCH OF RETARDS AND ASSHOLES
Har har!
I would like command of my own nuclear sub.
- Yes, sir. The harbour is blockaded. - Good.
If I pull it off, that is get both ports...
Marty Pascal. God bless you all.
You are to report to Norfolk immediately.
Target at 160, sir. Five-knot aiding wind.
GOD, I LOVE THIS JOB!
OK! Good news, guys. We've just won the Billy Joel tickets and the WROK T-shirts.
The coffee or the lard?
High Winds and Horizontal Snow. Perfect time for...
More to the point, I simply don't approve of his command style.
Whiskey! Gives it another 50 RPM!
As much as I like to see my men advance, I have an obligation to be as honest as I can.
Cos the upwards pressure on SPY is gonna squeeze the hull of this boat like an empty beer can
- What is this doing here? - This?
Oh, my God. There's cockroaches in the flour.
God, I love this job!
It's two on and two outs. Bonds is up again. Swung on.
May God have mercy on his soul.
And now we appear to have broken off radio contact.
Don't give me that. You are NBA material. You remember that.
- 1-0-0 feet, ma'am. - Passing 100 feet.
Carl, you and the Orlando
(mutinous muttering)
(triumphant cry)
- Admiral Graham on the radio for you, sir. - Thank you.
Bingo! 500 feet. God, I love this job.
Sit on it and rotate, sir.
Think like a pirate. I want a man with a tattoo on his dick!
Sorry. The name's Buckman.
Given the nature of the intruder, you won't have much trouble.
Passing 9-0 feet.
(screeching metal)
Make for the tanker. All ahead full.
The lard is in your head, Buckman!
(whale noises)
Bingo 500 Members! God I love this job!
The only thing holding her together are the bird droppings, sir.
Thank you, Buckman. That'll be all.
Sonar, plug that in. Running lights on.
I can hear a couple of lobsters duking it out.
- Come to periscope depth. - Make your depth 6-4 feet, ahead two-thirds.
Passive sonar only. Let's not give away our position.
Hot.
Would you be this easy on me if I was a properly experienced sailor?
You think we're all going to jump out of bed and have a big hot steaming cup of seal fat?
- I'll be waiting for him. - You'll be waiting for him?
(stifled laugh)
I haven't been getting much sleep. Everything's set to go, right?
Aar!
- What do you think? - I think I'm gonna get my ass kicked, sir.
Absolutely, sir.
All ahead two-thirds. Rudder amidships.