Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, yeah, who needs a first aid kit when you've got 10 gallons of booze?
Sea Tum' to DSV Goddess.
Ray, I'm sorry. Come on, I was wrong.
Your nose is broken. Really?
The bridge is where the chair is!
And air pressure.
Say, this stuff is pretty good.
And unless my demands are met...
Basically pure ethanol. Huh.
Oh, my God. Thank God.
Heh, heh. Right?
Randy. Randy Magnum.
Did I misread that?
...zap him with a defibrillator...
Aah!
So... So one of you is going to drown.
One time, she stabbed me in the neck.
About a half-drunk first-time-driving-a-submarine idiot...
That is the worst legend you could possibly have.
It's about a hundred yards to the DSV at pod six.
We only have 10 hours before I'll be forced to launch my missiles.
Okay, now one of one thing is going to--
She thinks our whole society is gonna collapse if we run out of oil or whatever.
Oh, and where the hell is the news crew I asked for'?
Good, yes. I need to get my message to the world.
What do you think?