Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

His salute still leaves something to be desired.

Don't think like that. Damn it to hell, don't go by the book.

(Stepanak) Hey, Fowler!

- What a horrifying thought. - (hissing)

- Patching you through. - Radio's working like a Swiss...

Lt Lake reporting for duty, sir. And there's no problem.

(lascivious mumbling)

Nobody Talks about Brave men and Their Proud AutoHelms

Polishing the old torpedo sir?

This stuff's been on the Stingray since Korea.

You are addressing a superior officer. No, merely a higher-ranking one.

Excuse me. Why am I here?

USS Stingray. SS 161.

When you get a week's holiday and there are Class 37's in Anglia

Yes, sir. I plan on taking charge of his capture. Personally.

so we shall do the opposite and deploy southerly.

Secure the engines. Periscope depth. Answer bells on batteries.

He has a tattoo of his cat?

Is it a biologic?

- Fire one. - Fire one.

# Come all ye young fellows who follow the sea

- Continue course and speed. - Aye, sir. Continue course and speed.

Welcome back. You pushed my order to the breaking point.

That would have screwed everybody.

Were those hot torpedoes or exercise shots?

We have our crew here, I see. What do you say we board them?

When I get back in you'd better have the horn section figured out. I can't work like this.

Well, what the heck? Why don't we pull in so you can putt out?

I have been individually briefed.

One degree down bubble.

Thank you, sir. I'll try not to overdo it.

Oh, my Lord, what is that?

The real solution to your problem

- I want to hear if anybody's out there. - Aye, sir. Kill the engines.

Except it's devilled ham!

Now, call me a prude if you want, but I don't think it's good policy for the navy

Off the coast of Virginia?

Active sonars in all quadrants, sir.

When you start looking closely at an old tug

Still, a simulator is not a boat.

You sure? Yeah a quarter and two dimes

You scared the hell out of me, Emily.

All right. All hands below. We're going back inside the containment area.

- 50 bucks. - It's a bet.

Yesterday, it was a Band-Aid!

- Buckman. - Yes, sir?

Submarine Stingray, this is submarine Orlando.

- Attention on deck. - It's all right, men. Carry on.

- Passing 300 feet. - Approaching the bottom, sir.

I... I think we did it, sir.

Now, I would love to be able to tell you more,

Nitro, do you want to get me Admiral Graham now?

Prepare for dive!

You think we're all going to jump out of bed and have a big hot steaming cup of pig fat?

- Take a seat. - Thank you.

(kissing noises and wolf-whistles)

Apparently not.

The lard is in your head!

one commensurate with your tactical and leadership abilities.

(Winslow) Chalk one up for the diesel navy!

- 20 degrees down bubble. - Take her all the way down to the bottom.

What, are you kidding?