Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Stand at attention! - This is not gonna happen.
- You don't know that. - Yes, I do.
- Mr. Wickwire. - Ten-hut!
Come on! Be a part of your crew's solution!
Did you take this matter up with my Command Master Chief?
- I cannot do that. - I'm not asking.
Begging your pardon, sir?
When you leave early.
I'm deeply concerned over the Navy's seemingly incontrovertible attitude...
It's you, sir.
But those boats will be there this time, correct? Over.
Let's fix me up and get me back out there.
I'll act surprised.
but if things work out, if you can go the distance,
however brief your stay with this command might be,
I know you're saying to yourself,
You could be home curled up, playin' with electrical toys!
They'd linger over the wounded females,
but your future as well.
At the line of march, 2-1-0.
This is bullshit. It's a fuckin' game, O'Neil.
If she pulls her own weight, I got no problem with it.
Guys, come here. Take a look at this. Look who's back in town.
Did that piss you off? Yes ma’am, it did
Master Chief. Rock and roll.
Well, actually, my crew has invited me out for a drink.
It's called gender-norming, O'Neil.
- Line 'er up! - Stay on your line! Get ready!
- Fall out! Close it in! - Evenin', cupcakes.
if he was to know how you dealt me away...
- If you're simply hurt, we're just gonna carry on. - Which is it, Ensign?
- I was just explaining... - From this point forward, I want all press matters...
Wait a second.
She stands to lose 6,000 military, 4,000 civilian jobs,
Three months?
- She actually made it. - Goddamn, that girl is good.
Top scores, marksmanship.
- Cortez, stow the shit! - I'm just having a sexual fantasy here!
Don't worry. It's me they're after.
Yes, Command Master Chief!
nor do I care to drive a desk...
- Over. - O'Neil, slow down. Slow down.
- Don't let 'em break you, Flea. - Take it easy, man!
Don't let 'em use me against you, no matter what. Okay?
why don't you get your class out here and into formation.
- Come on! - Go!
It is, but it isn't. Do you understand?
when you’ve been up all night with your kid And your alarm goes off
I'm trying to find an I.V. Here.
- And what do they say? - 'Cause I get to blow shit up.
Eat my shorts !
in order to avoid panic...
Boys, let's get ready to rock and roll.
We are proceeding towards hostile waters.
It was out of line in there.
Got somethin' to say down here?
fuck you pardon sir
Come on.
In Washington,
- Hang tough. - Hang in there, O'Neil.
With S.E.R.E. Training coming up next week, sir.
Negative. I'll keep eyes on you. Fall back, Radio Chaser.
Johann Gambolputty
Have a seat, Lieutenant.
Good work.
- I'll take it inside. - No, sir, excuse me.
but I don't know if they'll let him finish.
Come on, go! You're swimmin' home!
What are you people, handicapped? Get your feet up! Move it!
- Let me see your fingertips. Cold? - Yeah.
- Fuck you. - I'm so glad we agree.
Come on, honey bun, walk! Get your bell-bangin' balls a-rollin'!
is some politician...
And until I do, that first day does not end!
You thinkin' about ringin' that bell? Don't think! Move!
- Sit down, Lieutenant. - Yes, ma'am.
Permission to speak, sir?
But most of all, what I resent...
Get in this program, Stamm!
O'Neil, it's Wick.
Here are the Senator's case notes.
I didn't know I was gonna have to decide the rest of my life tonight, Jordan.
Anybody here?
Because I was civil, now you're complainin'?
- What the fuck you doin' with him? - Whoo-hoo!
Welcome aboard, sir.
They will eat corn flakes out of your skull. Okay?
Holder of several records for female power-lifting.
What is your father's name?
Lieutenant. Come here.
But I know some of you are already thinking seriously about quitting!
The rest of us, move back.
- Yah-hoo! - She made it!
What about those that say women aren't suited for all jobs, they're physically weaker?
Sir, I'm not looking for any special treatment.