Bearer: How did you sabotage it?
Harm: With a Navy issue, thirty-four inch, brass tip cinch.
Bearer: What the hell is that?
Harm: My belt.
Harm: Sorry we're late, sir. We were misdirected.
Reed: Is that a pilot's way of saying lost, Lieutenant?
Harm: Pilots don't get lost, Mr. Reed. They’re momentarily disoriented.