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

(noises continue)

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

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

Isn't that odd.

Three degrees? Sir?

- Stepanak. - What?

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

Yeah. Almost sounded like... an explosion.

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

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

They need to Sew his ass shut

Nine, eight, seven,

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

I choked. I just wanted you to know that.

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

I saw that play. I saw the replay.

Listen to this.

- We're through. - Yeah!

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

Sonar, play me a dirge

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

(thudding, clanking)

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

Dress rehearsal for hell, boys!

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

Tattoo on his dick

What's your real name?

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

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

Active pinging, sir. From aircraft sonar buoys.

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

It has been confirmed.

All hands, this is the captain speaking.

Gotta be careful cause when you rush thats when accidents happen

Nobody talks about brave men and their auto helms

The admiral has the conn.

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

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

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

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

Hell of a day, huh, Marty?

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

- Sweet! - Aar!

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

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

Thank you, Captain.

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

Podcast: "Whiskey, thins down the mix."

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

Somebody just dropped 45 cents.

Sir, it's that General Whatshisname again.

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

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

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