Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Stepanak. You missed an opportunity there.
But me, personally, I'd like to know for sure.
Balls to the wall, boys!
(pirate accent) Mr Pascal. Have you any last words before you walk the plank, sir?
But it's pretty shallow to be a sub.
The captain's gonna hear about this.
Women aren't allowed on submarines.
Sonar Technician, Second Class, ET Lovacelli, sir!
What are these tapes you got here?
Thank you, sir. I mean, if that's a compliment.
- All part of my strategy, sir. - Uh-huh.
- Fire two. - Fire two.
Especially given your high-risk manoeuvres.
Full ahead two-thirds. Blow negative to the mark.
Down periscope.
You should more careful, sir. Remember, when you rush, that's when accidents happen.
Come in.
Well, the storm's passed. Not a word on Dodge.
- You want me to stay with them, sir? - No.
I'm on the Orlando. And I'm putting you on notice.
- Hey, Spots. - Yes, Mr Jackson.
Nice tactics, Captain Custer. We should be home in a couple of hours.
We're dead. Five to one says we're dead.
Sir, our fish are running hot, straight and normal.
Emily is part of a pilot programme
(sneezes)
You are right on top of things as usual, Marty.
2-8-0 feet, ma'am.
Norfolk.
May god have mercy on our souls
- You're kind of young for an XO. - Excellence knows no age, sir.
I feel it is my duty to inform you
- Picking up anything, Sonar? - Nothing much, sir.
- Loud and clear. - Good.
Your cigar ash is in the spaghetti.
and ask you to relinquish command.
(whale-like squealing)
- Squeakin' from the freakin'. - Oinkin' from the boinkin'.
Her captain will assume we'll concentrate our efforts to the north.
Spots, Jackson, you too.
I don't know how he pulled this stunt off, but I guarantee you one thing, sir.
What happened to your shoes?
Requesting permission for a transfer.
That?
(Lake) Maintain seven down.
No, no, Sonar. We'll just use flares.
I've never lost a war game, and I'm not about to start right now.
He got Charleston. One down, one to go.
- Stepanak's taking a leak. - In the ocean, I mean.
- You are addressing a superior officer. - No, merely a higher-ranking one.
So, you ever dived a boat before, Lieutenant?
Five destroyers, three frigates and a commercial supertanker, sir.
So I need, I would like, your support
They'll probably find us in no time anyway, Marty.
- From the Caribbean. - Don't let it fly away. That's supper.
Appears he doesn't want to come near the engagement area.
- I've never done a manoeuvre like that, sir. - You have. Pinpoint drills on the simulator.
I think it's my duty to inform the crew that we are operating outside of the navy's control
Cap'n Blood, consign him to the briny deep!
Orlando, sir. 300 yards and opening.
That was terrible. I'm going to go outside for a smoke.
- What? - It's not going to Norfolk, sir.
Maintain course. Help is on the way.
What i think of this court case.
Idn't that odd