Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So why did you take a job here? To save the ocean.
...those bastards are destroying our oceans.
- Hey! - Forgive my candor.
Thank you, uh...?
So you all know what you have to do...
Yeah, paid three years in advance.
You just look as gay.
A gun? Are you insane? Don't you know how much pressure we're under?
Wait, wait. I think he means water pressure.
Uh, I wish you wouldn't launch nerve gas missiles on New York, Washington--
Oh. I assume because I'm penniless?
Don't even get me started on whaling. Oh, and plastic bottles?
Bigger. You know...
Wh--? Oh, screw you guys.
No.
I was gonna say bitchy and period-y.
Oh, my God. Come on.
Holy shitsnacks.
Um, okay. You sound pretty excited.
Nor do I, Mr. Tunt. Nor do I.
The man who cheated death?
Because your shitty sarcasm notwithstanding,
--Tionally ranked pro kitesurfer.
No, I don't think it's a trap.
Blow me, boom, nailed it.
It was insured for three times its value, so now I'm richer than ever.
...Cyril, miraculously, is good at something...
Carl Channing is.
- Sea/ab to DSv, over. - This is--
Great. Is he--? Are you--?
And I wish you fools would stop destroying the oceans.
Well, if it did, we can't do anything about it.