Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

As a matter of fact, there she is right now.
because I will have their liquor license nailed to my office door.
And though we are dead, our fish are on their way to the naval station dummy ship.
(klaxon)
Sonar, play me a dirge, matey.
- Next. - Hey, get your hands off of me!
Air, ship, ocean floor sensors. They got everything on.
It still tastes
(disapproving murmurs)
- Then I'm in trouble. - This is entirely of your own making.
Someone needs to sew John William Burris's Ass shut
Watch your language, Dodge. You know how I hate that.
- Make your depth 1-2-5 feet. - 1-2-5, aye.
How about that Mont SWD? The only thing holding her together, are the bird droppings, sir.
I'm a Lance Jack Now Oh My God. I NO LONGER out rank you
However, I can tell you this.
You heard the captain. Back on the boat!
I'm afraid you leave me no choice but to relocate you.
All planes on full dive.
Squeaking from the freakin' Oinking from the boinking
The only you ever been chauffeured around in is a paddy wagon.
We'll be more than ready, sir.
Now you're mine, maggot. Watch that last step.
Looks like nothing but a fishing trawler.
go ahead sir, try it now
# Cos you, you nutsy chick, you broad
That didn't take long. This could be the shortest command stint in history.
I will simply remind the selection board of one irrefutable fact
By a strange coincidence you do, sir.
Just been pinged, big-time!!!
i love tHIS JOB!
That's cute. But it's on now.
(Louie, Louie continues)
This is just in from COMSUBLANT.
I was wondering how much longer you would have waited before doing it right.
to hand over a billion-dollar piece of equipment
How about that Mont SWD?
Listen to this.
Conn, Sonar. I believe I hear.... New Kids on The Block????
It's not over yet, sir. Lt Lake is here.
- Relinquish command. - Yes, sir.
- All the way up there, sir? - Yes.
I wouldn't recommend the tattoo.
But each week they're fewer because they're selling them off like hot cakes
(sinister chuckle)
100 yards and closing, sir. Two minutes to contact.
Let me guess. Our electrician.
That wasn't so bad, was it, Lieutenant?
Somebody needs to sew his ass shut.
in direct violation of orders from Admiral Graham.