Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What else do you put in your sauces? - It's an old family recipe, sir. It's a secret.
Alright Everyone It's Time To Kick This PIg
- He made him walk the plank?! - Sir, this exercise has gotten out of hand.
She may not be the youngest girl at the ball, but she'll still turn a head or two.
Dive, dive. Rig for deep submergence.
(farts)
Your new boat.
(faint cheering)
Crew, salute.
Passing 280 feet, Captain.
OK, boys. Down we go.
- Does Admiral Winslow know about this? - He is not administering this war game.
Conn-torpedo. Request permission to arm flare, sir.
- The navy doesn't even use diesels any more. - They do now. She's been recommissioned.
Sir, I not only gave away our position, I potentially endangered the crew.
You've hijacked your own boat.
- No, sir. - Good.
No surprise. From here on out, no unnecessary conversation.
People don't walk the plank.
I don't that ofd
because I will have his tattooed hide nailed to my office door.
Fire one!
two, one...
See It’s a Navy thing
(# Anchors Away)
- I'm working on a nickname, though. - Oh, yeah?
Now, that was fun.
I don't have to. Dodge wouldn't have pushed it unless he planned to make a run on Norfolk.
To get in, we're going to have to use a tactic that is somewhat bizarre and extremely risky.
Aaargh!
To who?
What do you think about our boat?
OK, we've got cloud cover up there. Low overcast.
Raise the periscope!
- No, sir. - (clanking)
Sir, I think we'd prefer to go with the bizarre and risky. It worked for us so far.
Not exactly a promotional bell-ringer.
Go ahead, sir. Try it now.
No, just a couple of biologics, sir. Would you like to listen?
Cos the water pressure is going to squeeze the hull of this boat like an empty beer can.
- Thank you, sir, but I'd have to decline. - Decline?
Are they still tilted?
but the conditions of the exercise prohibit it.
You know that the submarine service is entirely volunteer.
I was wondering why you chose to embarrass me.
This is crazy! This can't be happening.
- Except it's devilled ham! - That would be a problem.
(# Louie, Louie)
All right, gentlemen. Let's kick this pig!
that we are no longer in contact with COMSUBLANT.
The weenie tattoo.
- Fix position. Prepare for guidance lock. - I got you now, Popeye.
How about some quesadillas?
- The best the United States Navy has to offer. - Damn good feeling, sir.
Now we're talking.
Let's get a shooting solution.
you're almost out of uniform.
- I mean, I am this close to command, sir. - Forget it.
That's absurd. These men love me!
Whisky! Thins out the mix! Gives us an extra 50RPM!
You're not abandoning shit!
How about that Mont SWD?
Simulated, of course.
No embarrassment intended. You've been chosen for a specific mission.
I'd rather not, sir. I want to finish this dive.
- Really? - Really.
I need a tetanus shot just from looking at it.
Report when you have a shooting solution. Put on some speed.
Aye, sir.