Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And I can keep this.
And what you gotta do now...
- Hold it. - You all right, chief?
Hey! Hey! How about some flowers for your young lady?
Can you really keep up with healthy divers half your age?
5 decks Cookie
Put it away for a rainy, or send it home to Mom and Pop.
...have to open up.
When he fails, you retire.
...are going to be Navy divers.
Mate DuBoyce, 85.
Let's get him up! On the hatch.
I'm okay. I'm okay.
Ancient history.
I figured Rourke.
At a constant temperature...
Sunday, you son of a bitch, I bet you can't hold your breath four minutes...
...continues holding while rising to 10 feet...
Have a wonderful weekend.
Kamikaze ripped into an escort carrier, the Saint Lo.
We're gonna have a real baby!
- Trifling me? - Sorry, master chief!
...meeting some of the men from the front lines, hearing their concerns.
Not for a long time.
You got something to offer?
Now I have six weeks to study for my exam.
Not for three minutes.
- What the hell's going on? - We lost Caughlin, sir.
I know you. Your smell hung in every damn shack I ever lived in.
Years ago, a man go on a bender like that...
The only difference between me and that preacher...
Your conduct is completely unacceptable.
Boatswain's Mate Carl Brashear...
...and it will...
...Isert's white ass out of some rowboat...
The Navy I grew up in warrants a salute...
When people ask why you’re doing this
Good flange work, Rourke.
...so that passersby will think he is an officer!
I'm trying, it's too tight. Send down a line.
You just became one.
Looks like chief here is a nigger-lover.
...of Petty Officer Timothy Douglas Isert.
In fact, he's probably brought flowers.
Hell ain't got nothing on the South Pacific.
- You got a diving assignment. - Brooklyn Navy Yard, standby diver.
Well, we just came by to say hey.
9 HOURS, 31 MINUTES.
I almost forgot.
Oh, shit.
When people ask why you’re doing this Piss people off
Pappy ain't going to let you pass.
Get that hoe, Jane.
Injured pilots have requested amputation of injured limbs.
Rourke, he's got five minutes of air if he don't panic.
Show him, master chief.
- Fuck. - Where are you going?
...they're not going to take a colored at diving school. It's that simple.
I'll come back, help mow the hay.
If I may ask, captain, how would you know?
Put in a good word for me so I can drive the boat.
Take Chief Sunday to the chamber for decompression.
I want you to welcome Bayonne Diving School's first colored trainee...
You don't need me. You don't need anyone.
Shoes all shined up.
Charged with locating it before the Soviets...
...two hours, 19 minutes. Perfect assembly.
...and I want you to sing it.
It weighs 290 pounds.
- Who is he? - Commanding officer.
Goddamn it, Bam Bam, move your fat ass! I want my 60%
...as to cover up his rate, so passersby will think he's an officer!
Blue diver, your tool bag is on the river bottom.