Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Whisky! Thins out the mix! Gives us an extra 50RPM!
Simulated, of course.
- I'm working on a nickname, though. - Oh, yeah?
Now, that was fun.
Your new boat.
- Really? - Really.
- Fix position. Prepare for guidance lock. - I got you now, Popeye.
Now we're talking.
I'd rather not, sir. I want to finish this dive.
Conn-torpedo. Request permission to arm flare, sir.
- The best the United States Navy has to offer. - Damn good feeling, sir.
Dive, dive. Rig for deep submergence.
People don't walk the plank.
No embarrassment intended. You've been chosen for a specific mission.
How about some quesadillas?
Raise the periscope!
Sir, I think we'd prefer to go with the bizarre and risky. It worked for us so far.
because I will have his tattooed hide nailed to my office door.
- He made him walk the plank?! - Sir, this exercise has gotten out of hand.
All right, gentlemen. Let's kick this pig!
Let's get a shooting solution.
(faint cheering)
two, one...
but the conditions of the exercise prohibit it.
I was wondering why you chose to embarrass me.
I need a tetanus shot just from looking at it.
She may not be the youngest girl at the ball, but she'll still turn a head or two.
Not exactly a promotional bell-ringer.
You've hijacked your own boat.
You know that the submarine service is entirely volunteer.
(# Louie, Louie)
- The navy doesn't even use diesels any more. - They do now. She's been recommissioned.
- Does Admiral Winslow know about this? - He is not administering this war game.
(farts)
See It’s a Navy thing
Are they still tilted?
- What else do you put in your sauces? - It's an old family recipe, sir. It's a secret.
Aaargh!
How about that Mont SWD?
OK, boys. Down we go.
To who?
I don't that ofd
Sir, I not only gave away our position, I potentially endangered the crew.
Alright Everyone It's Time To Kick This PIg
- Thank you, sir, but I'd have to decline. - Decline?
Cos the water pressure is going to squeeze the hull of this boat like an empty beer can.
- No, sir. - (clanking)
- No, sir. - Good.
Passing 280 feet, Captain.
Fire one!
No surprise. From here on out, no unnecessary conversation.
that we are no longer in contact with COMSUBLANT.
This is crazy! This can't be happening.
No, just a couple of biologics, sir. Would you like to listen?
OK, we've got cloud cover up there. Low overcast.
you're almost out of uniform.
I don't have to. Dodge wouldn't have pushed it unless he planned to make a run on Norfolk.
Report when you have a shooting solution. Put on some speed.
- Except it's devilled ham! - That would be a problem.
Crew, salute.
(# Anchors Away)
What do you think about our boat?
The weenie tattoo.
To get in, we're going to have to use a tactic that is somewhat bizarre and extremely risky.
That's absurd. These men love me!
Aye, sir.
Go ahead, sir. Try it now.
You're not abandoning shit!
- I mean, I am this close to command, sir. - Forget it.