Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

i love tHIS JOB!
Now you're mine, maggot. Watch that last step.
Squeaking from the freakin' Oinking from the boinking
Looks like nothing but a fishing trawler.
- Make your depth 1-2-5 feet. - 1-2-5, aye.
I'm a Lance Jack Now Oh My God. I NO LONGER out rank you
By a strange coincidence you do, sir.
Air, ship, ocean floor sensors. They got everything on.
- Next. - Hey, get your hands off of me!
We'll be more than ready, sir.
How about that Mont SWD? The only thing holding her together, are the bird droppings, sir.
# Cos you, you nutsy chick, you broad
But each week they're fewer because they're selling them off like hot cakes
- Relinquish command. - Yes, sir.
That didn't take long. This could be the shortest command stint in history.
Someone needs to sew John William Burris's Ass shut
Watch your language, Dodge. You know how I hate that.
You heard the captain. Back on the boat!
Sonar, play me a dirge, matey.
This is just in from COMSUBLANT.
- All the way up there, sir? - Yes.
I was wondering how much longer you would have waited before doing it right.
in direct violation of orders from Admiral Graham.
because I will have their liquor license nailed to my office door.
The only you ever been chauffeured around in is a paddy wagon.
As a matter of fact, there she is right now.
That wasn't so bad, was it, Lieutenant?
Listen to this.
All planes on full dive.
However, I can tell you this.
I will simply remind the selection board of one irrefutable fact
(sinister chuckle)
to hand over a billion-dollar piece of equipment
(klaxon)
Somebody needs to sew his ass shut.
I wouldn't recommend the tattoo.
go ahead sir, try it now
That's cute. But it's on now.
It's not over yet, sir. Lt Lake is here.
I'm afraid you leave me no choice but to relocate you.
(disapproving murmurs)
- Then I'm in trouble. - This is entirely of your own making.
It still tastes
Let me guess. Our electrician.
Conn, Sonar. I believe I hear.... New Kids on The Block????
How about that Mont SWD?
(Louie, Louie continues)
And though we are dead, our fish are on their way to the naval station dummy ship.
100 yards and closing, sir. Two minutes to contact.
Just been pinged, big-time!!!