WarGames (1983)

Billy Ray Sharkey: Radar Analyst

Quotes 

• Major Lem : [D.S.P. registers a massive launch from Soviet ICBM fields]  We have a launch detection. We have a Soviet launch detection.

  Colonel Joe Conley : BMEWS confirms a massive attack.

  Major Lem : Missile Warning - no malfunction.

  Radar Analyst Kirkland : Confidence is high. I repeat, confidence is high.

  Airman Fields : Cobra Dane, is this an exercise?

  Colonel Joe Conley : Negative, this is not an exercise.

  Airman Fields : [to Beringer]  General, D.S.P. is tracking three hundred inbound Soviet ICBMs.

  General Beringer : [points at the C.C.P.D.S. screen]  Tell me this is another one of your simulations, Mr. McKittrick.

  McKittrick : It's not, Jack.

  General Beringer : Alright. Flush the bombers, get the subs in launch mode. We are at DEFCON 1.

  Major Lem : [buzzer sounds]  DEFCON 1.

• Radar Analyst Kirkland : BMEWS has continuous radar tracking on inbounds. Confidence is high. I repeat, confidence *is* high.

• Radar Analyst Kirkland : Inbounds presently MIRV-ing. We now have approximately twenty-four possible targets in track.

  Colonel Joe Conley : Sir, new time to impact: eight minutes.

  Major Dawes : [hands Beringer a telephone]  Sir, SAC is launching the bombers. General Powers is on the line.

  General Beringer : [into the telephone]  Beringer.

  [pause] 

  General Beringer : Goddamn it! We didn't get a launch detection from our satellite!

  [pause] 

  General Beringer : No, no. Radar picked 'em up already out of the atmosphere. That's the first we heard of it.

  [Beringer gives phone back to his aide, Major Dawes] 

  General Beringer : [to Colonel Conley]  Get the ICBMs in the bullpen warmed up and ready to fly.

  General Beringer : [to Major Dawes]  Get me the President on the horn.

• Captain Knewt : Punch up number five, let me see what you have.

  Radar Analyst Kirkland : Yes, sir.

  [flips a switch; a map of Soviet submarine deployments appears on screen] 

  Radar Analyst Kirkland : Twenty-two Typhoon-class submarines departing Petropavlovsk, turning south-bound at Nordkapp. Bearing: zero-nine-*five* degrees.

  Captain Knewt : Sergeant, I hope you like vodka.

  Radar Analyst Kirkland : Yes, sir. I just hope they don't make me eat none of them damn fish eggs.

  Major Daves : [hands General Beringer a report]  Sir, the Soviets are denying any increase in their submarine deployment. They want to know what the hell we're doing provoking them.

  General Beringer : They're full of shit. We know they're down there. We'll blow their ass out of the water.