Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Bravo Six. - Go to sea level.

Try to get as much air on those abrasions on your back as you can.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Mr. Hayes.

Cortez, Slov, you take my left flank.

San Diego. Follow my finger.

You have volunteered for the most intensive military training...

Are you hurt, or are you injured?

- You have no proof! - Accusations seem to be enough.

I'm deeply disturbed by this report, Mr. Hayes.

Wait till the new bird comes into L.O.S.

If women measure up to the men, they've got the job. That's what's on the table.

I will run your butt all the way to the beach!

What about those two areas inland? That's closer to their position.

Get 'em up high! Move your asses!

or otherwise unbecoming manner,

Bear crawl, goddamn it! What the hell's wrong with you, shithead?

I hate askin', but I don't want this thing blowin' up in our faces...

And don't you think that I will stand idly by...

Well, he was talking English and they was talkin' Arabic. So, you know.

Coxswain, hard a-port!

to secure swim gear and down chow!

Normally, that's not a cause for such concern,

Slovnik, take us to 2-1-0. Cortez, move out.

- Is that clear? - Yes, Command Master Chief!

You are in a cage. Right here, right now.

Tango-Niner out.

Lieutenant O'Neil requests to speak to the Master Chief.

to Keyhole-5 at the following coordinates.

Take a look on the right.

Scorpion's mission goes down.

I'm deeply concerned over the Navy's seemingly incontrovertible attitude...

which put you under the wire.

Come on, somebody ring that bell for me, please!

Green eggs and ham.

Last week, five bases in Texas were on the chopping block. This week, none.

Scorpion Leader, Scorpion Leader.

so that I can deal with it immediately.

You need to learn the fine art of detachment, Lieutenant.

Suppose this lady's getting friendly with the press?

and the more everybody fucks with me, the more I wanna gut it out.

Aaaah! Stop! I'm hurt! I'm hurt!

I'll be sure to pass your request along to my chain of command.

- Ready for round two? - Hoo-yah, Master Chief.

I say again: Hostile activity, mined area.

This is Team Leader to Team Fuck-up. Knock the grab-ass off.

No, Slov, not...

I think you've resented me from the start, sir.

You know, O'Neil, I like you better when you drink.

They're humping 'em out now as we speak.

and bark at your commanding officer?

- You just moved in a little too early.

I'll be goddamned if I'm gonna watch Hayes pull flowers out of his ass...

In Tennessee, the board recommends closing Fort Meyers...

I got the next game!

Aye-aye, Master Chief.

Bing, bang, it's over, and we're popular.

Don't I look like Hank McCoy from X-Men ?

the drift of the continents,

and you're not required to respond even if asked.

I don't know, Wick. Shit.

Do you want to see me finish?

Well, however slow, however painful, I think they're coming around.

I did it, y'all!

Still having a hard time making decisions?

I wanna go through like the rest of the guys! - I said shut your fucking hole!

Sergeant Cortez,

Yet anyone with tits can't be on a sub, can't be a SEAL, and don't even think...

You're too fuckin' ugly to be an fuckin' officer.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. I'm all right. I'm all right.

Trimming some fat... ...off the constitution!

Can I ask what you got it for?

Take your leave, Commander.

Target ahead. Belay my last.

What? You got a problem with this, Max?

It lets you know you're not dead yet!