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Yes.
Target distance: three miles.
Listen, how do you think I feel about it?
Staines, get Premier Kissoff on the hot line.
Look at me, Jack. Look.
Dimitri, look, if this report is true...
which will not even take us as far as the primary.
I commissioned last year a study of this project...
In order to guard against surprise nuclear attack...
Supposing I play a little guessing game with you, Jack boy?
"To ensure that the enemy cannot monitor voice transmission...
He said war was too important to be left to the generals.
They might be used to issue instructions to saboteurs.
What's the nearest target of opportunity?
It would not be difficult, Mein Fuhrer.
R for Robert, to the Wing.
Listen. Now, who should we call?
Well, are you sure it's Plan R?
- Childrers ice cream. - Good Lord.
The air force never sleeps.
Good Lord.
He'll see everything. He'll see the big list!
Dr. Strangelove, do we have anything like that in the works?
If thats really your name PONYBOY
Deflection still increasing. Range: six miles.
Not an exercise?
I told you to take it easy, Group Captain.
the women will have to be selected for their sexual characteristics...
we'll fight them together like we did just now on the floor.
I'm just calling up to tell you something terrible has happened.
Mr. President, we must not Allow a dead journalist gap!
The general suggests you call General Ripper, the 843rd base commander.
Thank you, sir.
Yeah?
Maybe you'd better get a confirmation from base.
- Take over, Ace. - Roger.
Burpelson 3-9-1-8-0.
is being acknowledged "roger"...
Look at the big board! They're getting ready to clobber us!
Could you tell me what it's about?
fused for air burst at 10,000 feet.
I understood I was the only one to order the use of nuclear weapons.
Yeah, you'll have to.
You calling me, Jack?
because of a single slipup, sir.
General Turgidson, a Colonel Puntrich calling.
the doomsday machine is terrifying...
are gonna cause any change in Soviet expansionist policy!
I am not... I am not getting...
Nothing? Nothing at all?
Blastoff!
That's private property.
We ain't come this far just to dump this thing in the drink.
four days concentrated emergency rations...
Shoot, a fellow could have a pretty good weekend in Vegas with that stuff.
I'm not horsing around. That's how it decodes.
Detonator set to zero altitude.
The radio is gone, and we're leakir fuel.
I first became aware of it, Mandrake...
george i told ya not to go to an aquarium do tricks and have a whale flip on ya! boing good riddance faye you bowery from bohpa's skiks!
Bomb fusing circuits one through four, test. Lights on.
Gee I wish we had one of them shitpost machines.
Mr. President, I think they're trying the number.
My boys will give you the best kind of start: 1,400 megatons won'th.
Today the nation is counting on us.
Well, I can't say I have, Jack.
Hmm. Strangelove?
And you sure as hell won't stop them now.
You know, give the go code and then recall to see who would actually go?
1946.
the women will have to be selected for their sexual characteristics...
who's filling in for sharon waltham? stephanie elljavic.
Goldie, how many times have I told you guys I don't want no shitposting on the airplane
When they come out in 100 years, they could take over!
No place.
Sir, that's the I.C.B.M. complex at Kotloss.
Burpleson 39180
for reasons which at this moment must be all too obvious.
That is precisely the idea.
are switched into a special coded device...
- Looks like it's pretty hairy. - Yes, sir.
Come over here and help me with this belt.
We got more holes in us than a horse trader' s mule.
No, I don't, Jack.
Freddie, how are you?
My boys must have surrendered.
Here 's the attack profile, sir.
You better give the CMO a blast and bump everything up to condition red
A foreign substance is introduced into our precious bodily fluids...
but they're trained to do it.
The String in My Leg is Gone
and the base defended by base security troops.
Well, what do you call it? You know...
Range: 20 miles.
He says according to information forwarded by our A ir Staffs...
and not without good reason.
There 's no point in you getting hysterical at a moment like this!
The Commies are weakening us with barcodes
D.S.O. to Captain.
they could knock out Washington, and yourself, as part of a sneak attack...
When you merely wish to bury bombs...
Mandrake, do you realize 70% of you is water
Gentlemen, you can't fight in here. This is the War Room!
Santa as we know him was a CocaCola marketing idea