WarGames

Sgt. Schneider: So what, do you think you kids own this place?

David Lightman: Oh, I was, uh, I was- I was just looking around.

Sgt. Schneider: You know you're not supposed to leave the group, don't you?

David Lightman: Yes.

Sgt. Schneider: So why don't you get back there!

[the Staff Sergeant shoves David roughly towards the departing tour group]

David Lightman: OK. Excuse me.

Sgt. Schneider: Go on.

David Lightman: Thank you very much, sir.

Captain Knewt: Punch up number five, let me see what you have.

Radar Analyst Kirkland: Yes, sir.

[flips a switch; a map of Soviet submarine deployments appears on screen]

Radar Analyst Kirkland: Twenty-two Typhoon-class submarines departing Petropavlovsk, turning south-bound at Nordkapp. Bearing: zero-nine-*five* degrees.

Captain Knewt: Sergeant, I hope you like vodka.

Radar Analyst Kirkland: Yes, sir. I just hope they don't make me eat none of them damn fish eggs.

Major Daves: [hands General Beringer a report] Sir, the Soviets are denying any increase in their submarine deployment. They want to know what the hell we're doing provoking them.

General Beringer: They're full of shit. We know they're down there. We'll blow their ass out of the water.