Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sonar, play me a dirge

- Sweet! - Aar!

(noises continue)

Bet you never saw anything like that on one of them big nukes.

OK. Somebody find Buckman, launch him out of a torpedo tube.

Thank you, Captain.

- The board indicates all vents are open. - I can see that.

- We're through. - Yeah!

Either you're confused about your dress size or there's been foul play.

May I have a word with you in private, sir?

Nobody talks about brave men and their auto helms

What if you had one renegade diesel captain who decided to hit us without warning,

I know why you're here, but I don't know why I was considered for such an assignment.

Hell of a day, huh, Marty?

The leaks are too strong. We've got to abandon.

Three degrees? Sir?

Something like that, sir. Not since we were both at Kings Bay.

For your information, I was mugged. Gaines was all over me that play.

- We still might have time to go deep and run. - I doubt it.

It has been confirmed.

and a mistake for us, given the years and dollars spent training him.

What's your real name?

I can't make you any guarantees, Dodge, but this is what I'll do.

- Hey, Nitro. Ain't that one of my chickens? - No, it's a parrot.

I tape them, try to learn their language. Just basic chitchat and so on.

Sir, it's that General Whatshisname again.

Somebody just dropped 45 cents.

It's the Orlando, sir. No question. I know her machinery signature.

Dive test tomorrow morning 1000. The rest of you are on leave until...

Yeah. Almost sounded like... an explosion.

I believe we are following the spirit of this exercise, its intent.

All hands, this is the captain speaking.

Isn't that odd.

I choked. I just wanted you to know that.

The admiral has the conn.

Podcast: "Whiskey, thins down the mix."

I will not be able to give you your own Los Angeles class nuclear submarine.

However, the task you've given me here is close to impossible.

Jeez! Just been pinged big time, sir. Bearing 0-3-0.

Active pinging, sir. From aircraft sonar buoys.

This is a confirmed kill. 20 years down the fucking drain.

- Stepanak. - What?

Nine, eight, seven,

Got him. 2-5-0, 12,000 yards.

Listen to this.

I saw that play. I saw the replay.

They need to Sew his ass shut

Dress rehearsal for hell, boys!

High Winds and Horizontal Snow... Perfect time for a.

- I just got out of the shower. - Glad to hear it. Hang in there.

(thudding, clanking)

Tattoo on his dick

XO, come to 1-7-6, ahead full.

And, Dodge, remember... just a game.

Gotta be careful cause when you rush thats when accidents happen