Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- He'll beat you! - Go, Carl!
- Dive station. - Chief Sunday...
Four hours, nine minutes. Better late than never, Crofoot.
Daddy Zac to all IW Nashville: I WANT MY 100 ANGELS!!!!
I'm asking this:
The copilot is still in the water.
You bet your ass
Do you feel that?
You got anything to say for yourself?
Why do you want this so badly?
You know he's in there right now.
Good morning.
Don't worry about the boat. Get that hose to Rourke.
What do you want?
...before the next team comes. Move your raggedy ass, Isert.
You'll be passed out by the sixth step.
Goddammit, Cookie! Move your ass! I want my twelve!
You ever hear of the Search and Rescue Swimmers?
...but it won't be tomorrow, or as long as I'm here.
I want to go home now! I want to go home now!
Carl.
Haven't you had enough career trouble?
What are you, some broke-dick Popeye?
- But this? - What do you want from me?
Big future.
Dismissed!
You and your girlfriend used to practice the breaststroke!
It took me four years of work to get through med school.
Brashear, you have the barracks to yourself.
MY NAME IS MASTER CHIEF LONNIE VAN ZYL
At ease.
Donny...
Yes, yes, master chief.
Topside, blue diver. I'm still waiting on my tool bag.
This wreck is rolling!
Get up cookie
Good night.
My air hose is stuck!
Dan getting supervisory With Sam
If I walk these 12 steps today...
- That's not our sonar. - What?
Now get better so you can go home and enjoy your retirement.
I'm okay.
I'm so sorry.
Forget it.
He's near dead now, sir.
...and a limb would hinder him in a free dive mode.
Goddamn! Hey, I got an idea. Maybe you could use me around here.
- What do you owe him? - Nothing. You do.
Only the Army salutes indoors, senior chief.
...you will be medically disqualified from diving...
Captain Hanks...
Better salute him, or you'll spend your first night in the brig.
It's spun copper, chief. We haven't used brass in a decade.
Let's go!
Permission to relieve the man below.
Maybe you'll remember that next time...
Coach Willis Talking To Hunter Before The Game
9 HOURS, 31 MINUTES. PERFECT ASSEMBLY.
So they sent him here.
I want to come back.
Isert, we can't talk for a bit, think of your favorite song...
Hey, I got your telegram.
And if he should fall, he will fall in such a manner...
Moments before impact, the bomber's crew jettisoned...
Whereby Petty Officer Rourke on the 22nd of September...
Hours ago, an American B-52 bomber flying a routine mission...
The ship's weight is busting those pipes, chief.
It's in your record. You knocked her up sophomore year.
So, what's for chow, Cookie?
Mr. Pappy blew a gasket when the son of a bitch passed you.
He's gonna pass.
Rain coming in.
Don't amount to shit.
- Standby's going in. - We can't wait. Look at him.
Tenders, unhat that diver.
Fine. Irrelevant.
Give Mom a big hug for me. Your loving son, Carl.
...of training your sorry ass?