Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

When you start looking closely at an old tug

All right. All hands below. We're going back inside the containment area.

- Passing 300 feet. - Approaching the bottom, sir.

Off the coast of Virginia?

One degree down bubble.

Thank you, sir. I'll try not to overdo it.

- Attention on deck. - It's all right, men. Carry on.

We have our crew here, I see. What do you say we board them?

Yesterday, it was a Band-Aid!

That would have screwed everybody.

Prepare for dive!

I have been individually briefed.

- Fire one. - Fire one.

Except it's devilled ham!

Oh, my Lord, what is that?

Polishing the old torpedo sir?

(kissing noises and wolf-whistles)

Now, call me a prude if you want, but I don't think it's good policy for the navy

- 20 degrees down bubble. - Take her all the way down to the bottom.

When I get back in you'd better have the horn section figured out. I can't work like this.

- Take a seat. - Thank you.

Well, what the heck? Why don't we pull in so you can putt out?

so we shall do the opposite and deploy southerly.

Submarine Stingray, this is submarine Orlando.

Were those hot torpedoes or exercise shots?

The lard is in your head!

- 50 bucks. - It's a bet.

I... I think we did it, sir.

You are addressing a superior officer. No, merely a higher-ranking one.

(Winslow) Chalk one up for the diesel navy!

Lt Lake reporting for duty, sir. And there's no problem.

Active sonars in all quadrants, sir.

(lascivious mumbling)

(Stepanak) Hey, Fowler!

Secure the engines. Periscope depth. Answer bells on batteries.

Apparently not.

What, are you kidding?

He has a tattoo of his cat?

Excuse me. Why am I here?

one commensurate with your tactical and leadership abilities.

USS Stingray. SS 161.

You think we're all going to jump out of bed and have a big hot steaming cup of pig fat?

Is it a biologic?

- Patching you through. - Radio's working like a Swiss...

You sure? Yeah a quarter and two dimes

Now, I would love to be able to tell you more,

Still, a simulator is not a boat.

- I want to hear if anybody's out there. - Aye, sir. Kill the engines.

Yes, sir. I plan on taking charge of his capture. Personally.

- Continue course and speed. - Aye, sir. Continue course and speed.

- What a horrifying thought. - (hissing)

The real solution to your problem

Nitro, do you want to get me Admiral Graham now?

You scared the hell out of me, Emily.

When you get a week's holiday and there are Class 37's in Anglia

His salute still leaves something to be desired.

- Buckman. - Yes, sir?

# Come all ye young fellows who follow the sea

Welcome back. You pushed my order to the breaking point.

This stuff's been on the Stingray since Korea.

Nobody Talks about Brave men and Their Proud AutoHelms

Don't think like that. Damn it to hell, don't go by the book.