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