Capt. Ramsey: God help you if you're wrong.
Hunter: If I'm wrong, then we're at war. God help us all.

Capt. Ramsey: They gave me my command, a checklist, a target and a button to push. All I had to know was how to push it, and they'd tell me when. They seem to want you know why.
Hunter: I would hope they'd want us all to know why, sir.

Hunter: What if Radchenko surrendered and it's over, huh? We launch. They see us, and they launch. Our birds pass each other in the air. Boom. What have you got?
Chief of the Boat: Nuclear War.
Hunter: Nuclear Holocaust.

Capt. Ramsey: You do qualify your remarks. If someone asked me if we should bomb Japan, a simple "Yes." By all means sir, drop that fucker, twice! I don't mean to suggest that you're indecisive, Mr. Hunter. Not at all. Just, uh... complicated. 'course, that's the way the Navy wants you. Me, they wanted simple.
Hunter: Well, you certainly fooled them, sir.

Get the radio fixed Vossler. I could've built one by now.

Hunter: Look, it wasn't a mutiny. I did everything by the book.
Chief of the Boat: It's not about the book. If the Russians are gonna launch and we sit here and do nothing... who's gonna stop 'em? Half of me's glad the Captain came back.

Hunter: How long's it gonna take?
Vossler: I don't know, sir.
Hunter: You know what's going on here?
Vossler: Yes sir.
Hunter: No I don't think you do. Let me explain it to you. If we launch, and we're wrong, what's left of Russia is gonna launch at us. There will be a nuclear holocaust beyond imagination, now it's all about knowing, Mr... Vossler. We have to know whether our order to launch has been recalled or not. The only way we're gonna know, is if you fix that radio, you understand?

Capt. Ramsey: Speaking of horses did you ever see those Lipizzaner stallions.
Hunter: What?
Capt. Ramsey: From Portugal. The Lipizzaner stallions. The most highly trained horses in the world. They're all white?
Hunter: Yes, sir.
Capt. Ramsey: "Yes, sir" you're aware they're all white or "Yes, sir" you've seen them?
Hunter: Yes, sir I've seen them. Yes, sir I was aware that they're are all white. They are not from Portugal; they're from Spain and at birth, they're not white; they're black. Sir.
Capt. Ramsey: I didn't know that. But they are from Portugal.

Peter "Weps" Ince: Con, Weapons. Missiles will be ready to launch in 4 minutes.
Hunter: Listen Weps, listen Weps, don't do this. Don't do this Weps, once we launch, they can not come back, they can not come back Weps, and you know the repercussions if we're wrong, goddamit. Weps, if we fire now, we'll be firing when we're blind and crippled, you understand that?
Peter "Weps" Ince: Where the fuck are you?
Hunter: Do not remove the firing trigger! Do not open that safe Weps. We're counting you, it is up to YOU Weps. It is up to you. [Hangs up]
Peter "Weps" Ince: [to a petty officer] Mind your fucking panel!

In my humble opinion... in the nuclear world, the true enemy is war itself.

Capt. Ramsey: Mr. Hunter, we have rules that are not open to interpretation, personal intuition, gut feelings, hairs on the back of your neck, little devils or angels sitting on your shoulder. We're all very well aware of what our orders are and what those orders mean. They come down from our Commander in Chief. They contain no ambiguity.
Hunter: Captain...
Capt. Ramsey: Mr. Hunter. I've made a decision. I'm Captain of this boat. NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Hunter: Captain, National Military Command Center knows what sector we're in. They have satellites looking down on us to see if our birds are aloft and if they're NOT, then they give our orders to somebody else. That's why we maintain more than one sub, it's what they call redundancy!
Capt. Ramsey: I know about redundancy, Mr. Hunter.
Hunter: All I'm saying... all I'm saying Captain, is that we have backup. Now it's our duty, not to launch until we can confirm.
Capt. Ramsey: You're presuming we have other submarines out there, ready to launch. Well as Captain, I must assume our submarines could've been taken out by other Akulas. We can play these games all night, Mr. Hunter, but, uh, I don't have the luxury of your presumptions.

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