:40:23
Good night.
:40:27
Fire Controlman Mellegrano, 91 .
:40:29
Mate DuBoyce, 85.
:40:31
Engineman Crofoot, 69.
:40:34
Boatswain's Mate Carl Brashear. . .
:40:37
. . .76.
:40:47
Boots, Cookie, square away, ladies.
You're next in the water.
:40:51
Patch the hull of the training vessel
so we can pump her full of air. . .
:40:55
. . .and raise her up.
:40:57
Then we'll sink her and do it again.
:41:06
What's going on?
:41:07
He stays down any longer,
he'll get mail.
:41:18
lsert, finish torching that hole.
:41:20
l'm trying,
but this thing's real awkward.
:41:25
-How's it look?
-Looks like hell.
:41:28
Green diver, you have three minutes
to get your patch hung...
:41:32
...before the next team comes.
Move your raggedy ass, isert.
:41:36
-Red diver.
-Yes, master chief.
:41:38
Goddamn, i've had girlfriends who
could weld faster. Move him along.
:41:43
-Come on, lsert, hang the patch.
-Yeah, okay, Rourke. l'm trying.
:41:53
Do you feel that?
:41:55
Do l feel what?
:41:58
What the hell?