Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ten seconds.
He's an admiral. He thinks sub duty will shake me up.
No, it's not. That's why they decoded it twice.
She may not be the youngest girl at the ball, but she'll turn a head or two.
He hears everything. His last CO thought he was a security problem.
- Sir, that's out of the quadrant. - Yes, it is.
Captain, we are not following the parameters of this exercise.
Now you take a look at that galley chart.
Me when I nearly spill Yorkshire Gold on the TLM... Nobody saw that...
But her captain is undoubtedly a cunning man,
# Blow that nutso kooky punk back downtown
Your son? Stepanak, sir?
Lt Lake.
Ping!
Well, you're about to join the elite of the submarine service.
(clanking subsides)
They lose us for 20, 30 seconds, then all they can pick up is the tanker.
I knew we shouldn't have come in from the south.
Your new orders are to operate only in sections 3A and 3B.
Get up there, you miserable little puke.
11,000 yards and closing.
I hate these stinking submarines, but I sure as hell am not going to die in one.
Up periscope.
Moving on to the last name on the list, Lt Cmdr Thomas Dodge.
Mike.
After you had narrowed it without authorisation.
No one has ever been court-martialled for following the captain's orders.
are about to take part in a highly experimental war game conceived by Admiral Winslow.
- Delivery seven. - We have a shooting solution.
Look, gentlemen, I know this is an unusual situation.
- Everything in hand? - Yes, sir.
All stop. Half-degree down bubble.
After 80 days under the ice pack I thought some recreation might be in order.
(calls marching pace)
- Hey, Gomer, can you get this hatch for us? - This week.
Go ahead sir, Try it now
- He can't say that! - Pascal, down. Heel.
Third in his class at sub school. Did even better in the advanced course.
By the code of military justice, that constitutes gross insubordination,
- Oh, boy, look at the fireworks. - No, I believe that's a flare.
Gee, now I've gone and done it. Ruined my career!
- This is good coffee, Buckman. - Thank you, sir.
- 10,000 yards and closing. - Prepare for torpedo guidance.
But that cuts the containment area in half, sir.
If we don't give him a boat, he'll be dropped from the command programme,
I'd say the weather was the determining factor, wouldn't you?
Have I got the right man?
- All back one-third. Right full rudder. - Right full rudder, aye.
- It was as much my fault as anybody's. - No. It was mine.
Come on, put some muscle into it.
without fear of punishment or reprisal from me.
Yeah. I guess you're right.
You've lost it, Dodge. You've gone round the bend.
The captain does not deny this.
We're in the engagement zone. Shouldn't we be running silent?
- Roger that, Sonar. - Captain, I'm just wondering.
Ladies and gentlemen, let me be the first to congratulate you on a textbook dive.
Sorry, sir. The Band-Aid was holding the fingernail on.
- Emily... - Please. Don't ask me.
- You're Stoneball Jackson. - Who you calling Stoneball?
I want a man with a tattoo on his dick
Foul down the right-field line. It struck the ball girl. Knocked her cold.