Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let me be the judge of that. No one could have set us down in any better condition.

5,000 yards and closing.

You're the only one who can, Lake. I'm guessing here.

- Didn't do much bottoming on the simulator. - Nothing to it. Piece of cake.

If you hear them talking about the new nuclear attack sub in town, let me know.

Look, Lake. There is no way you could know what the contour of the ocean floor was like.

One rebel diesel against the US nuclear navy.

# It's time to be bathing Lieutenant Marty

Let the air out. We got to get below that P3 sonar.

So far, sir, I'm only picking up some faint merchant traffic.

A failing noted more than once in your fit rep.

That one's coffee. That one looks like cooking lard, sir.

Oh, my God. Three destroyers and a frigate.

8,000 yards and closing, sir. Confirm torpedo range.

This is Captain Tom Dodge.

They can't distinguish between us and the ocean floor.

You know that lay-up at the end of the army game?

(whispers) Sir. It's the Orlando.

i WANT A CEO WITH COPILOT TATTOOED on his dick

Remember, when you rush, that's when accidents happen

I feel I need a tetanus shot just from looking at it.

Cos I want that cabinet repacked regulation-style by 1100.

Passing 350 feet, sir.

You've all worked so hard, I don't want to be the one who screws it up.

Don't hear anything, but they may be playing possum.

Full negative to the mark.

Conn-sonar. Hot noise in the water.

Balls to the walls boys!

Got drunk and passed out.

I love this job.

If I see that baby go up, then we'll talk about your boat.

Your decision to leave the engagement zone is a direct violation of our standing orders.

Exclamation from Trump legal team

- How you doing back there, Howard? - We'll be up in a couple of minutes.

- Polishing the old torpedo, sir? - Shut up, Stepanak.

# Oh, give me a plank that looks down on the sea

- All right. Lash the lamp to the scope. - OK, OK.

- Welcome aboard, Sylves-terson. - Sylvesterson, sir.

God I love This Job!

Bingo 500 Members! God I love this job!

- Lt Lake? - I didn't give you permission to enter.

War game record's starting to look shaky, not to mention that third star.

Don't tell me. Deaf as Beethoven.

No, sir. Not at all. Dodge was simply outclassed.

Commander, this boat is...

- You all right, Howard? - Yeah. Did I miss anything?

All right, Lieutenant. Yes?

- Second mark, sir? - Haven't got the time.

- Bearing mark. - 2-6-3.

Sir? I checked the manual and I am well within my rights.

to a man who has Welcome Aboard tattooed on his penis.

Orlando, this is Stingray. Stingray one speaking.

This crew is the most incompetent bunch of Regards and assholes in history.

8,000 yards and closing, sir.

Jackson, adjust trim.

which would be a tragedy for him

I am Lt Emily Lake, your new dive officer.

The Murmansk brushing incident.

Nobody Talks About Brave Men In Their Proud Simulators

You better burn that shirt, sailor.

It can't be easy for Lt Lake here to be thrown into this jungle.

The man's got to be out there somewhere. He can'tjust have vanished.

buBBle [zero] MAM!

- That is so nasty. - I'm sorry. A little dusty in here.

Now, about my transfer. This post could jeopardise my chances for advancement.

I'm a mediocre player. I never started for any team I ever played for.

Jesus Buckman! This stuffs been on the Stingray since Korea!

Cos the pressure on SPY is gonna squeeze the hull of this boat like an empty beer can

Ten feet and closing, sir.

XO Pascal here.