Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Move that fender!
Goin' twice.
That's the Chief.
as to suggest conduct unbecoming an officer.
Just give me one good piece of intel, and it ends right here.
You're all right.
link up with the Ranger Recovery Unit Scorpion...
Class! Class, stand in line!
Let's go! Let's go! Take the airwaves! Stay down, Chief!
to my Command Master Chief John James Urgayle.
Get your ass up! Get your ass up! Get it up, boy!
You want me to get you a dress?
Get off me! I can't fucking breathe!
- Get up, guy! What the hell is going on? - Flea. Flea, you all right?
No interviews. That's the last thing we need.
This is the Captain speaking.
Friend: let's re-do crossfit open workout. Me:...
Thanks for holding. I'll put you through.
Take a good look at your new home.
Somebody got a problem with my organizational skills?
- Did that piss you off? - Yes, ma'am, it did.
Now, this was faxed to the JAG office Tuesday.
- Know how they're talking about you? - I saw a newspaper.
Listen, you moron, I am here to stay.
I'm not playing games, Senator.
Lieutenant O'Neil, when I want your opinion, I'll give it to ya.
- Give it up, man! - What's it gonna be, Ensign?
Think about what you do before you go in front of cameras and embarrass yourself.
Now, how's my girl doin', anyway?
Your shot, Gary.
No, sir. Snooker's just not my game.
- I'm still here. - Hoo-yah! Great job.
Go ahead, Lieutenant. Fill us in.
What all females, if I'm the only one?
this weapon can be considered water-resistant.
That was quick. Yeah, she did great.
Did you just mouth off to a senior member of the Senate Arms Committee?
I don't know about the rest of him.
is your perfume,
Leave one boat with my team. I'll wait for the Chief.
Mr. Wickwire, you have four minutes...
I mean, you're doing shit-hot at Intel.
I love you.
They want a private meeting with you.
and I do so very much want to talk with you,
Jordan, I heard what happened...
All right, follow my finger, O'Neil.
All I'm sayin' is one night, Lord. Give me one night, and I'll set her straight.
I gotta go, Royce.
Right down to your worthless womb. This is my island.
In no less than 500 neatly printed words,
Mark!
Fifteen. Movin' to your left.
unless you want me to infringe on their civil liberties,
I'll have it ironed out momentarily.
I suspect we wouldn't be making statements...
- You saw Flea? - Yeah.
- What? - What?
.
Yes, of course.
In spite of your expertise,
Fianc? Steady beau. You know, some kind of solid heterosexual.
Hello?
Women in combat.
Mr. Wickwire, in your leisure time...
Yeah.
Get out of that water!
Check out who's back, man.
Come on, Stamm!
and perhaps gain those few seconds that just might save your life.
Be advised rendezvous point of extraction team...
You will be penalized for early extraction, but even more for capture.
We've been through a lot of shit. Here's to the living.
What makes you think he doesn't know?
I am! I am!
while burdening no one state with economic hardship.
Stamm, I think I have a quitter! Do I have a quitter?
Green eggs and ham.
He's not home.
- Barber was my next stop, sir. I... - Don't worry about it.
But you'd be hell to live with.
Group one, stand by!
Stand at attention!
Don't read anything Machiavellian into it, Commander.
You'll be up way past your bedtime.
she didn't tell me shit.
Stay down.
Look at Texas.