On the record, you were both right. But you were also both wrong. Off the record, you both created one hell of a mess. A mutiny... aboard a United States nuclear submarine! Violation of nuclear launch protocols.

Rear Admiral Anderson, Board of Inquiry President

Shorty: Yeah, Red!
Malcolm X: Come on, you missed me!
Shorty: Try this on for size!
Malcolm X: I ducked.
Shorty: [laughing] You ducked?

Capt. Ramsey: I have the con. Gimme the missile key.
[Hunter does nothing, Ramsey punches him in the face]
Capt. Ramsey: Gimme the missile key Mr. Hunter!
[Ramsey punches Hunter in the face again]
Capt. Ramsey: I am the commander of this ship! Gimme the goddamn key!

Here - at this final hour, in this quiet place - Harlem has come to bid farewell to one of its brightest hopes - extinguished now, and gone from us forever. For Harlem is where he worked and where he struggled and fought - his home of homes, where his heart was, and where his people are - and it is, therefore, most fitting that we meet once again - in Harlem - to share these last moments with him. For Harlem has ever been gracious to those who have loved her, have fought her, and have defended her honor even to the death.

Eulogy Performer

Angela Holden: Jesus. What do you want to do, cuddle?
Johnny Truelove: Can't we just...
Angela Holden: No. I wanna fuck!
Johnny Truelove: Blow me!
Angela Holden: I already tried that. It didn't work.

Vossler: Oh fuck.
Zimmer: The system crashed, the radio bouy got severed, what the fuck does he want us to do?
Vossler: Shit electrons?
Zimmer: Hey, we need this radio repaired. Not smart-ass remarks.

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.

Angela Holden: What's wrong?
Johnny Truelove: Nothing.
Angela Holden: Your dick's soft.
Johnny Truelove: Well give it some help then.

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.

You're missin' your daughter's levitation.

Peter "Weps" Ince

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.

Angela Holden: [bored in bed] Wanna fuck?
Johnny Truelove: Okay.
[they strip down, begin making out]

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