Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That is the worst legend you could possibly have.
Well, yeah, who needs a first aid kit when you've got 10 gallons of booze?
Your nose is broken. Really?
Oh, my God. Thank God.
Oh, and where the hell is the news crew I asked for'?
Basically pure ethanol. Huh.
What do you think?
So... So one of you is going to drown.
Sea Tum' to DSV Goddess.
The bridge is where the chair is!
Did I misread that?
...zap him with a defibrillator...
Good, yes. I need to get my message to the world.
She thinks our whole society is gonna collapse if we run out of oil or whatever.
We only have 10 hours before I'll be forced to launch my missiles.
It's about a hundred yards to the DSV at pod six.
About a half-drunk first-time-driving-a-submarine idiot...
Ray, I'm sorry. Come on, I was wrong.
Randy. Randy Magnum.
And unless my demands are met...
And air pressure.
One time, she stabbed me in the neck.
Heh, heh. Right?
Aah!
Okay, now one of one thing is going to--
Say, this stuff is pretty good.