Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Alpha Whiskey, this is Charlie Victor.
Don't you see? I'm not like you?
Beware what you wish for.
Moments before, the bomber's crew jettisoned their nuclear payload.
Assaulting a superior commission officer.
Yes, sir!
- You screw up and he's dead, read me? - Yes, master chief.
...could you meet me?
They too have endured great pains to support me.
- Come on, Isert, hang the patch. - Yeah, okay, Rourke. I'm trying.
...officer's valet... - Listening, Carl?
Topside, I have located my work light.
They're just giving it to me.
...or I'll snap your goddamn wrist. You read me?
Hell, I don't know why anybody'd want to be a Navy diver.
I want to quit! I really want to quit!
Today will decide which of you will become Navy divers.
Gentlemen, his leg.
Two were recovered. However, a third hydrogen bomb remains lost at sea.
Investigating in deep water will be the work of ALVIN...
- Sailor falls overboard, they... - Dive in and save him. Yes, sir.
Well, let's just see.
You mean if he drowned, he wouldn't float right, yes?
...primarily of human skin?
Attention on deck!
Goddamn It, Karlo, Move Your Ass! I Want My 12
We waited three years for that slot to open up.
I'm sorry.
As Navy ships comb the Mediterranean in search of the warhead...
Chief Decker, you are the chief master at arms...
Ten. If it's lost underwater, he finds it.
Gentlemen, sirs, returning to the issue at hand...
Eleven. If he's lucky, he'll die young, 200 feet beneath the waves.
Honor, sir.
That's what it says in the new book?
Step forward!
Don't take promises.
To celebrate. You had me going. I thought I couldn't dive no more.
- The man I just saw... - The man you saw is a master chief.
You bottom suckers are not fit to observe them.
- I have to change out his air hose. - Listen, Rourke...
Oh, yeah? Fine.
- How will you spend retirement? - How's it feel to be a hero?
...our arrangement ends.
You did your best, Chief Sunday. Lieutenant Hanks.
I want to make master chief.
Now because you pulled...
I'm sorry.
He ain't said not one word since we left the recruiter.
Diver coming up and over.
Put Snowhill back in.
One.
- How's it look? - Looks like hell.
Don't come back here.
Instead, you got your ass kicked by a couple of Marines.
I don't know any songs!
I'm afraid the condition is totally inoperable.
I told you. We're a public library, not a tutoring service.
...with the chief of naval personnel.
Leave him.
Snowhill, please step forward.
Hell, I don't know why anyone would want to be a Navy diver.
He busted him down a stripe and shipped him out.
...be a dear lad and get us two Scotches.
About face.
Blue diver, we have an unknown contact.
The man I married never quit anything a day in his life.
Sir, I am a Navy man.
I want to quit!
That thing's light duty. It'll snap like a matchstick.
I love you.