- Uh, it'll never happen again, all right? - It better not happen again.

Five degree down bubble. Rigging for ultra-quiet, sir.

You tell your buddy Weps we're gonna do it again.

That rule is the basis for the scenario we've trained on time and time again.

Gentlemen, after a nice little vacation, looks like we're back at it again.

It's not something one would wish for...

- I want this down to five minutes. Train on it. - Yes, sir.

So this is what it's all about, gentlemen. It's what we've trained for.

- All I'm asking for is the time we need to get back on line. - Calm down, Mr. Hunter.

- Make your depth 1,200 feet! - Point it down now! Take her deep! Take her deep!

For the record, it is the conclusion of this panel...

- Mr. Hunter has brought it to my attention... - For dancin'in the streets

- I'd like to be undisturbed for the next 30 minutes. - I'll see to it, sir.

- Conn/Sonar: Aye, sir! - Goddamn it, let's just shoot this fucker. What's 1,000 yards for?

'Cause it takes 1,000 yards for the torpedoes to arm. Jesus, who'd you fuck to get on this ship?