Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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