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(whispers) Sir. It's the Orlando.

- How you doing back there, Howard? - We'll be up in a couple of minutes.

Ten feet and closing, sir.

War game record's starting to look shaky, not to mention that third star.

Exclamation from Trump legal team

This is Captain Tom Dodge.

All right, Lieutenant. Yes?

5,000 yards and closing.

Let me be the judge of that. No one could have set us down in any better condition.

I'm a mediocre player. I never started for any team I ever played for.

- Didn't do much bottoming on the simulator. - Nothing to it. Piece of cake.

- You all right, Howard? - Yeah. Did I miss anything?

XO Pascal here.

Oh, my God. Three destroyers and a frigate.

So far, sir, I'm only picking up some faint merchant traffic.

This crew is the most incompetent bunch of Regards and assholes in history.

I feel I need a tetanus shot just from looking at it.

I love this job.

Conn-sonar. Hot noise in the water.

Cos I want that cabinet repacked regulation-style by 1100.

Bingo 500 Members! God I love this job!

It can't be easy for Lt Lake here to be thrown into this jungle.

8,000 yards and closing, sir.

Now, about my transfer. This post could jeopardise my chances for advancement.

The Murmansk brushing incident.

Got drunk and passed out.

Your decision to leave the engagement zone is a direct violation of our standing orders.

You better burn that shirt, sailor.

Let the air out. We got to get below that P3 sonar.

They can't distinguish between us and the ocean floor.

Orlando, this is Stingray. Stingray one speaking.

God I love This Job!

That one's coffee. That one looks like cooking lard, sir.

Remember, when you rush, that's when accidents happen

- Polishing the old torpedo, sir? - Shut up, Stepanak.

Nobody Talks About Brave Men In Their Proud Simulators

# Oh, give me a plank that looks down on the sea

Cos the pressure on SPY is gonna squeeze the hull of this boat like an empty beer can

Look, Lake. There is no way you could know what the contour of the ocean floor was like.

One rebel diesel against the US nuclear navy.

Commander, this boat is...

- All right. Lash the lamp to the scope. - OK, OK.

No, sir. Not at all. Dodge was simply outclassed.

Full negative to the mark.

You know that lay-up at the end of the army game?

Don't tell me. Deaf as Beethoven.

I am Lt Emily Lake, your new dive officer.

- Welcome aboard, Sylves-terson. - Sylvesterson, sir.

8,000 yards and closing, sir. Confirm torpedo range.

Don't hear anything, but they may be playing possum.

If you hear them talking about the new nuclear attack sub in town, let me know.

buBBle [zero] MAM!

Jackson, adjust trim.

If I see that baby go up, then we'll talk about your boat.

to a man who has Welcome Aboard tattooed on his penis.

Balls to the walls boys!

You've all worked so hard, I don't want to be the one who screws it up.

- Second mark, sir? - Haven't got the time.

You're the only one who can, Lake. I'm guessing here.

Jesus Buckman! This stuffs been on the Stingray since Korea!

Passing 350 feet, sir.

which would be a tragedy for him

Sir? I checked the manual and I am well within my rights.

# It's time to be bathing Lieutenant Marty

The man's got to be out there somewhere. He can'tjust have vanished.

i WANT A CEO WITH COPILOT TATTOOED on his dick

- That is so nasty. - I'm sorry. A little dusty in here.

- Lt Lake? - I didn't give you permission to enter.

A failing noted more than once in your fit rep.

- Bearing mark. - 2-6-3.