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This is a confirmed kill. 20 years down the fucking drain.

Nobody talks about brave men and their auto helms

Either you're confused about your dress size or there's been foul play.

I know why you're here, but I don't know why I was considered for such an assignment.

The admiral has the conn.

Sir, it's that General Whatshisname again.

(thudding, clanking)

The leaks are too strong. We've got to abandon.

It's the Orlando, sir. No question. I know her machinery signature.

and a mistake for us, given the years and dollars spent training him.

I will not be able to give you your own Los Angeles class nuclear submarine.

Three degrees? Sir?

I choked. I just wanted you to know that.

For your information, I was mugged. Gaines was all over me that play.

High Winds and Horizontal Snow... Perfect time for a.

- Stepanak. - What?

Nine, eight, seven,

Dive test tomorrow morning 1000. The rest of you are on leave until...

Sonar, play me a dirge

- I just got out of the shower. - Glad to hear it. Hang in there.

Hell of a day, huh, Marty?

I believe we are following the spirit of this exercise, its intent.

- The board indicates all vents are open. - I can see that.

Active pinging, sir. From aircraft sonar buoys.

Jeez! Just been pinged big time, sir. Bearing 0-3-0.

Isn't that odd.

They need to Sew his ass shut

What if you had one renegade diesel captain who decided to hit us without warning,

Somebody just dropped 45 cents.

I tape them, try to learn their language. Just basic chitchat and so on.

Listen to this.

It has been confirmed.

Thank you, Captain.

Gotta be careful cause when you rush thats when accidents happen

(noises continue)

XO, come to 1-7-6, ahead full.

I saw that play. I saw the replay.

Bet you never saw anything like that on one of them big nukes.

Podcast: "Whiskey, thins down the mix."

- Sweet! - Aar!

However, the task you've given me here is close to impossible.

Tattoo on his dick

Something like that, sir. Not since we were both at Kings Bay.

- We still might have time to go deep and run. - I doubt it.

And, Dodge, remember... just a game.

All hands, this is the captain speaking.

OK. Somebody find Buckman, launch him out of a torpedo tube.

What's your real name?

Dress rehearsal for hell, boys!

I can't make you any guarantees, Dodge, but this is what I'll do.

- We're through. - Yeah!

Got him. 2-5-0, 12,000 yards.

- Hey, Nitro. Ain't that one of my chickens? - No, it's a parrot.

Yeah. Almost sounded like... an explosion.

May I have a word with you in private, sir?