Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sit on it and rotate, sir.
Aar!
(whale noises)
Carl, you and the Orlando
Whiskey! Gives it another 50 RPM!
You think we're all going to jump out of bed and have a big hot steaming cup of seal fat?
Cos the upwards pressure on SPY is gonna squeeze the hull of this boat like an empty beer can
- Come to periscope depth. - Make your depth 6-4 feet, ahead two-thirds.
The coffee or the lard?
As much as I like to see my men advance, I have an obligation to be as honest as I can.
And which do you think we're going to be using more often?
- Mr Pascal please, periscope depth. - Periscope depth.
- Yes, sir. The harbour is blockaded. - Good.
More to the point, I simply don't approve of his command style.
And now we appear to have broken off radio contact.
(screeching metal)
OK! Good news, guys. We've just won the Billy Joel tickets and the WROK T-shirts.
Sorry. The name's Buckman.
High Winds and Horizontal Snow. Perfect time for...
I would like command of my own nuclear sub.
Har har!
- 1-0-0 feet, ma'am. - Passing 100 feet.
you're going to attempt to sink shipping right here at the naval base in Norfolk.
Sounds like a whale.
Don't give me that. You are NBA material. You remember that.
Sonar, plug that in. Running lights on.
(triumphant cry)
You are targeted.
Bingo 500 Members! God I love this job!
Marty Pascal. God bless you all.
Oh, my God. There's cockroaches in the flour.
GOD, I LOVE THIS JOB!
What are you doing? Whiskey! Thins down the mix. Gives us another 50 RPM's!
The lard is in your head, Buckman!
# You make me feel so young. Boom!
Passing 9-0 feet.
THIS IS THE MOST INCOMPETENT BUNCH OF RETARDS AND ASSHOLES
Hot.
Target at 160, sir. Five-knot aiding wind.
If I throw you off, it'll be in the middle of the Atlantic.
The only thing holding her together are the bird droppings, sir.
- Ahead one-third, steady on course. - Ahead one-third, steady on course. Aye, sir.
God, I love this job!
I can hear a couple of lobsters duking it out.
Make for the tanker. All ahead full.
It's two on and two outs. Bonds is up again. Swung on.
You are to report to Norfolk immediately.
Given the nature of the intruder, you won't have much trouble.
Think like a pirate. I want a man with a tattoo on his dick!
The intruder is probably coming from Norfolk.
I haven't been getting much sleep. Everything's set to go, right?
All ahead two-thirds. Rudder amidships.
Comport ourselves as professionals.
Bingo! 500 feet. God, I love this job.
- Admiral Graham on the radio for you, sir. - Thank you.
- What is this doing here? - This?
Thank you, Buckman. That'll be all.
(stifled laugh)
May God have mercy on his soul.
- I'll be waiting for him. - You'll be waiting for him?
Passive sonar only. Let's not give away our position.
- What do you think? - I think I'm gonna get my ass kicked, sir.
POV its your job to stock the Seine boat with food for the summer
If I pull it off, that is get both ports...
Would you be this easy on me if I was a properly experienced sailor?
Absolutely, sir.
(mutinous muttering)