Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Marry me, Jo!
Why is this important? Forget to exhale going up, your lungs explode.
They put me back in the program. I start training next week.
You can't. He's too deep. And you will call me sir!
Goddamn It, Karlo, Move Your Ass! I Want My 12
There was a preacher by the same name who rid Chicago...
- Stand fast. - He'll be dead before you get him!
...is convening a medical review board and he's gonna retire you.
He's the biggest drunk in the Navy is all.
Congratulations.
What?
...because that's what it'll take.
I'll buy you a tall one over there.
It’s colder than A well digger’s ass Master Chief
...then you just walk on by.
All he's got to do is complete the exercise.
Navy gave me a second-class diving school in Little Creek.
You want to know what I am?
Why is this law important in diving?
Come in, blue diver.
The men you are watching...
Are you familiar with the principle of Boyle's Law?
...don't quit on me.
- You're the one who called. - Yes, ma'am.
So who wants to quit?
I didn't know you had a daughter.
You will be timed and accrue points for a speedy completion.
He's gonna kick you out of diving.
And be sure to kick him out.
I haven't seen him since I was 9.
Cookie.
- This is hardly the appropriate venue. - I want them all to see, sir.
You won't believe it, but I made seaman, which is a glorified deckhand.
Get your goddamn Wisconsin ass back to bed, Snowhill!
Bring him up.
They don't like cocky pencil pushers like Hanks any more than we do.
Give me a wrench, a spare lifeline and an air hose!
That's why the only men to get through my course are the very, very best.
I was so scared.
He can stay.
Jo.
- You hear about Sunday? - No.
Go, Sunday!
He don't care how many one-legged pushups you can do.
Colder than a well digger's ass, chief.
Goddamn. Looks like I missed one hell of a party.
Now all we need is an organ grinder.
Wrong day, asshole.
- She's moving! - Come on, Rourke.
...four minutes. - Five, sir.
Hell, I don’t know why anyone would want to be a PPD Lieutenant!
...and reassigned to a training position...
I see. Fine.
...for you to demonstrate.
There you go.
Men who want to use it, before starting diving training, must walk...
Not till he stops moving, chief!
These slippery floors prohibit a demonstration.
Oh, well, baby, I didn't take the job.
Bring him in.
...there is a Mr. Biddle at home.
...I see.
Faster. Pull him up.
Get her out of the car.
Move your ass I want my 12!!!
We slipped down the channel bank.
Mail chopper portside.
I guess he did.
Washington.
I told Doc Maddox I'd be done by Friday and I will.
Listen...