It's cold this morning, Captain.
Cold.
And hard.
It's time, captain.
It's time.
Time indeed.
Time to open the orders, sir.
The Political Officer is in your cabin.
Very well.
You have the conn.
What are you doing?
I must oversee the stability of the crew, Captain.
By invading my privacy?
Privacy is not a major concern in the Soviet Union, comrade.
It's often contrary to the collective good.
"Behold, I am coming as a thief...
"And they gathered them together
"In a place called...
"Armageddon. "
He's turning green.
What's so funny?
The captain seems to think you're some sort of cowboy.
You speak Russian.
A little.
It's wise to study the ways of one's adversary.
Don't you think?
The Captain is fighting them.
The Captain is fighting the Americans. The Captain is fighting the Americans.