- You're a piece of shit. - Son of a bitch.

It's all I got to rely on: Bein' a simpleminded son of a bitch.

- and insist upon this launch without confirming this message first... - Son of a bitch!

Well, welcome aboard the Alabama, son.

- I love you, Dad. - I love you too, son.

- You all right, son? - Yes, sir. - I got it.

What'd you think, son? I was just some crazy old coot...

with a whole new set of rules.

you've both created one hell of a mess.

- It's just a difference of opinion that got out of hand. - What about?

Your stock just went up a couple of points.

War is a continuation of politics by other means.

Allow me to give you a tiny bit of advice.

- Take a deep breath. Are you calm? - Yeah, sort of.

Does it make any sense to you to start a drill in the middle of a fire?

- Sir, it is my duty to... - Son, don't talk to me about duty. Open the fucking safe!

- Without the help of a flying carpet. - Meeting in an emergency session...

In the absence of a contravening order, in a situation like this, we follow the orders in hand.

Y-Yes, the purpose of war is, is to serve a political end...

We've received word that one of our shipmates is experiencing a medical problem.