Down Periscope1996

[Pascal inspects the Stingray and arrives in the galley]

Pascal:
BUCKMAN! [Buckman turns around with a start] What the hell are you doing?!

Seaman Buckman:
Stocking the pantry, sir!

Pascal:
You forgot like an idiot, Buckman, because you're stocking the pantry like an idiot! [grabs two cans from the shelves] What are in these cans, Buckman?!

Buckman:
That one's coffee. That one looks like cooking lard, sir.

Pascal:
And which one do you think we're gonna be using more often, sailor? The coffee, or the lard?! You think we're all gonna jump out of bed in the morning and have a big, hot, steaming cup of pig fat?!

Buckman:
Well, it depends. If it's a cold morning, sir, you might go either way --

Pascal:
The lard... is in... your head, Buckman! [grabs Buckman by the ear, as Dodge enters behind him] Now you take a look at that galley chart, 'cause I want that cabinet repacked, regulation style, by eleven hundred! Do you know what time eleven hundred is?!

Buckman:
That would be after ten hundred, sir!

Dodge:
Marty.

Pascal:
WHAT?! [calmer when he sees it's the captain] Sir?

Dodge:
Can we speak? My cabin.