Match the words to the sentences

ahead, book, die, machine, minutes, move, panic, people, suitcase, truck

HELGA: Load the torpedo bays! Subpod crews, battle stations!

[Gasps]

ENSIGN: Battle stations!

ROURKE, ON INTERCOM: Steady, boys. Don't (1)________________.

MILO: Jiminy Christmas! It's a (2)________________!

[Alarm bell ringing]

CREW: Wait, wait! Uhh!

ROURKE: Launch subpods!

ENSIGN: Subpods away!

ROURKE, ON RADIO: Fire! We're free. All ahead full. Fire torpedoes!

ENSIGN: Fire torpedoes!

AUDREY: Get me the bridge!

PACKARD: Sir, it's engineering on four.

AUDREY, ON INTERCOM: Rourke! We took a big hit down here, and we're taking on water fast. I don't want to be around when it hits the boilers.

ROURKE: How much time do we have?

AUDREY: 20 (3)________________ if the bulkhead holds. [Clang] You better make that five.

ROURKE: You heard the lady. Let's (4)________________!

MILO: Move? Where? Move where?

HELGA: Packard, sound the alarm!

PACKARD: He took his (5)________________? Marge, honey, I don't think he's coming back.

HELGA: Packard!

PACKARD: I have to call you back. No, no, I'll call you. [Alarm sounds] All hands, abandon ship.

HELGA: Move it, (6)________________! Sometime today would be nice! Come on! Everybody grab a seat and buckle in.

ROURKE: Lieutenant, get us out of here! Lieutenant!

HELGA: I'm working on it! Hang on.

ROURKE: Where to, Mr. Thatch?

MILO: We're looking for a big crevice of some kind.

ROURKE: There! Up (7)________________.

HELGA: All craft, make your mark

CREW: Roger! 20 degrees down angle.

MOLIERE: Right behind you! Sacre bleu!

MAN: We're getting killed out here! Look out!

MILO: It's only a grease trap. It's just like a sink. It's only a grease trap. It's just like a sink!

ROURKE: Seven hours ago, we started this expedition with 200 of the finest men and women I've ever known. We're all that's left. I won't sugar-coat it, gentlemen. We have a crisis on our hands. But we've been up this particular creek before and we've always come through, paddle or no paddle. I see no reason to change that policy now. From here on in, everyone pulls double duty. Everyone drives, everyone works. Looks like all our chances for survival rest with you, Mr. Thatch. You and that little (8)________________.

PACKARD: We're all going to (9)________________.

ROURKE: OK, people. Saddle up. Lieutenant, I want this convoy moving five minutes ago.

HELGA: Moliere, you're on point. No, Vinney, Audrey's taking the oiler. You know the rules. I want you 50 yards behind that truck at all times. And, Packard, put out that cigarette.

[Beep] [Beep beep] [Beep beep beep] [Beep beep beep] [Squeak]

ROURKE: Are you sure you're checked out on this class of vehicle?

MILO: Uhh...

ROURKE: Can you drive a (10)________________?

MILO: Pfft! Heh heh. Of course I can drive a truck. I mean, sure, you got your steering, and your gas, and your brake, and, of course, this metal, uh, looking... thing. OK, so it was a bumper car at Coney Island, but it's the same basic principle!

[Rourke Sighs] [Brakes squeal] [Horn beeps]

DRIVER: Come on!

MILO: Sorry abou...sorry about that.

SECOND DRIVER: Come on, civilian!


Answers:

HELGA: Load the torpedo bays! Subpod crews, battle stations!

[Gasps]

ENSIGN: Battle stations!

ROURKE, ON INTERCOM: Steady, boys. Don't (1)panic.

MILO: Jiminy Christmas! It's a (2)machine!

[Alarm bell ringing]

CREW: Wait, wait! Uhh!

ROURKE: Launch subpods!

ENSIGN: Subpods away!

ROURKE, ON RADIO: Fire! We're free. All ahead full. Fire torpedoes!

ENSIGN: Fire torpedoes!

AUDREY: Get me the bridge!

PACKARD: Sir, it's engineering on four.

AUDREY, ON INTERCOM: Rourke! We took a big hit down here, and we're taking on water fast. I don't want to be around when it hits the boilers.

ROURKE: How much time do we have?

AUDREY: 20 (3)minutes if the bulkhead holds. [Clang] You better make that five.

ROURKE: You heard the lady. Let's (4)move!

MILO: Move? Where? Move where?

HELGA: Packard, sound the alarm!

PACKARD: He took his (5)suitcase? Marge, honey, I don't think he's coming back.

HELGA: Packard!

PACKARD: I have to call you back. No, no, I'll call you. [Alarm sounds] All hands, abandon ship.

HELGA: Move it, (6)people! Sometime today would be nice! Come on! Everybody grab a seat and buckle in.

ROURKE: Lieutenant, get us out of here! Lieutenant!

HELGA: I'm working on it! Hang on.

ROURKE: Where to, Mr. Thatch?

MILO: We're looking for a big crevice of some kind.

ROURKE: There! Up (7)ahead.

HELGA: All craft, make your mark

CREW: Roger! 20 degrees down angle.

MOLIERE: Right behind you! Sacre bleu!

MAN: We're getting killed out here! Look out!

MILO: It's only a grease trap. It's just like a sink. It's only a grease trap. It's just like a sink!

ROURKE: Seven hours ago, we started this expedition with 200 of the finest men and women I've ever known. We're all that's left. I won't sugar-coat it, gentlemen. We have a crisis on our hands. But we've been up this particular creek before and we've always come through, paddle or no paddle. I see no reason to change that policy now. From here on in, everyone pulls double duty. Everyone drives, everyone works. Looks like all our chances for survival rest with you, Mr. Thatch. You and that little (8)book.

PACKARD: We're all going to (9)die.

ROURKE: OK, people. Saddle up. Lieutenant, I want this convoy moving five minutes ago.

HELGA: Moliere, you're on point. No, Vinney, Audrey's taking the oiler. You know the rules. I want you 50 yards behind that truck at all times. And, Packard, put out that cigarette.

[Beep] [Beep beep] [Beep beep beep] [Beep beep beep] [Squeak]

ROURKE: Are you sure you're checked out on this class of vehicle?

MILO: Uhh...

ROURKE: Can you drive a (10)truck?

MILO: Pfft! Heh heh. Of course I can drive a truck. I mean, sure, you got your steering, and your gas, and your brake, and, of course, this metal, uh, looking... thing. OK, so it was a bumper car at Coney Island, but it's the same basic principle!

[Rourke Sighs] [Brakes squeal] [Horn beeps]

DRIVER: Come on!

MILO: Sorry abou...sorry about that.

SECOND DRIVER: Come on, civilian!