Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Board the damn boat. - Oh, man.

I'll give you two live torpedoes. I'll set a dummy ship in Norfolk harbour.

Good morning, sir! Martin G Pascal, Executive Officer of the Stingray, sir!

Hear something?

i want a ceo with copilot tattooed on his dick

(# Funeral March)

Loser? At least I can say I played in front of 19,000 people.

Shut up, Buckman!

Nice pants. Lose the cigar.

You can't do this, you maniac. This is the modern navy!

# Yo-ho and blow the man down

- Now they think it was a diesel engine. - If it's a diesel contact, then it's not a sub.

- What?! - You can probably hear them in the water.

- Put it on the overhead. - Uh, just a minute, sir.

That bump looks bad. You'd better get to sickbay.

(crew hums along)

Buckman's eating an Oreo up in the galley.

Conn-sonar. We have the contact steady at 5,000 yards.

Chop's heavier to port. We need right rudder.

- We're going to be uncovered real soon. - Damn.

I mean aye, sir.

Well, at least you got my son to face forward.

You son of a bitch.

- Then I pick up my ride. - Another loser fantasy.

Can we speak in my cabin?

Oh, no. Not him. Not now.

I know my orders, XO. Course 0-2-7. When we're clear, surface and run all full.

They are now. Admiral Graham instituted a trial programme.

- Grab a bunk. - Thank you, sir.

Look, I need an athlete and you're the only one I got, so get going.

I am not a stripper, sir.

Excuse me, sir, but I'm picking up all kinds of stuff.

We have guidance lock.

More than you know, including being chauffeured around in your dream car.

Woke up the next morning with a hangover and a tattoo.

Bingo 500 Members! God I love this job!

Conn-sonar. I've got a noise level bearing 3-4-6 that may be a contact.

Excuse me, sir, I don't hear everything. And I'm quite trustworthy too.

Kelce hyperextends knee

That boy's absorbed a lot of voltage

Christ, he's already ahead of us.

I LOVE THIS JOB!

What are you doing?? Whiskey! Thins out the mix; gives us another 50 RPMs!

Oh, no. It can't be!

- I'm aware of that, sir. I've compensated. - Excellent.

All lines clear.

Nice car. Even the trunk had cut-pile carpeting.

How did you get over that?

Mr Jackson, you look like you could use some fresh air.

Sir, respectfully, I can't concur with your decision to surrender this quickly.

Judging by that ping, she's about 12,000 yards off and closing.

Radio call for you, cap'n. Some guy named Gramanhamham.

Oh, shit, it's the main.

Yeah. Almost sounded like... an explosion.

(squeaks) Orl...

Seven, down 6-2.

Gives us another 50rpms.

XO, let's get this boat moving, course 0-2-7, and vent this smoke.

It's a little tickle. (laughs)

This is the approximate area of the last sonar buoy contact, sir.

Just been pinged, big-time!!!

Ever bet on a sure thing and the horse gets a cramp, sir?

It's nice of the guys to get me a stripper, but I got a lot of work to do.

(raucous laughter)

Excuse me, sir. This is an actual navy submarine?