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Conn-sonar. We have the contact steady at 5,000 yards.
How did you get over that?
Excuse me, sir, but I'm picking up all kinds of stuff.
Yeah. Almost sounded like... an explosion.
Nice pants. Lose the cigar.
Just been pinged, big-time!!!
Hear something?
- What?! - You can probably hear them in the water.
I'll give you two live torpedoes. I'll set a dummy ship in Norfolk harbour.
You can't do this, you maniac. This is the modern navy!
This is the approximate area of the last sonar buoy contact, sir.
- Board the damn boat. - Oh, man.
We have guidance lock.
They are now. Admiral Graham instituted a trial programme.
- Put it on the overhead. - Uh, just a minute, sir.
Woke up the next morning with a hangover and a tattoo.
Judging by that ping, she's about 12,000 yards off and closing.
Excuse me, sir, I don't hear everything. And I'm quite trustworthy too.
XO, let's get this boat moving, course 0-2-7, and vent this smoke.
(clanking)
- I'm aware of that, sir. I've compensated. - Excellent.
Conn-sonar. I've got a noise level bearing 3-4-6 that may be a contact.
I know my orders, XO. Course 0-2-7. When we're clear, surface and run all full.
(crew hums along)
Chop's heavier to port. We need right rudder.
Oh, no. Not him. Not now.
i want a ceo with copilot tattooed on his dick
Seven, down 6-2.
six, five,
What are you doing?? Whiskey! Thins out the mix; gives us another 50 RPMs!
I mean aye, sir.
(raucous laughter)
Shut up, Buckman!
Good morning, sir! Martin G Pascal, Executive Officer of the Stingray, sir!
Look, I need an athlete and you're the only one I got, so get going.
Gives us another 50rpms.
It's a little tickle. (laughs)
Mr Jackson, you look like you could use some fresh air.
Christ, he's already ahead of us.
It's nice of the guys to get me a stripper, but I got a lot of work to do.
Well, at least you got my son to face forward.
Excuse me, sir. This is an actual navy submarine?
Aar!
Buckman's eating an Oreo up in the galley.
All lines clear.
Sir, respectfully, I can't concur with your decision to surrender this quickly.
- We're going to be uncovered real soon. - Damn.
- Now they think it was a diesel engine. - If it's a diesel contact, then it's not a sub.
Bingo 500 Members! God I love this job!
Good night.
- Grab a bunk. - Thank you, sir.
Oh, no. It can't be!
Oh, shit, it's the main.
More than you know, including being chauffeured around in your dream car.
Radio call for you, cap'n. Some guy named Gramanhamham.
You son of a bitch.
Jesus Christ.
That bump looks bad. You'd better get to sickbay.
Nobody
Can we speak in my cabin?
Nice car. Even the trunk had cut-pile carpeting.
Up periscope.
I am not a stripper, sir.
That boy's absorbed a lot of voltage
Sure.
Kelce hyperextends knee
# Yo-ho and blow the man down
I LOVE THIS JOB!
(# Funeral March)
Ever bet on a sure thing and the horse gets a cramp, sir?
(squeaks) Orl...
- Then I pick up my ride. - Another loser fantasy.
Loser? At least I can say I played in front of 19,000 people.