Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm sorry, Jo.
Fire Controlman Mellegrano, 91.
We got hot showers.
Come home, Carl.
...Carl Brashear.
...you imply we got anything in common. You read me, Cookie?
Yes, sir, I could.
...you have just wasted six months of your life.
- Sir, the air... - Stand off!
On Friday, that Captain Hanks...
...takes pleasure in presenting the Navy Medal of Heroism...
My name is...
Maybe you can bring the little woman down one night...
Do you hear me?
Turn off Daddy's radio and get ready for school.
- You're scaring the patients. - How about me?
I'll tell you what.
- Come on, baby. Let's go home. - Yeah.
If he should get drunk, he shall not stagger!
I expect so. Now stay there and change that boy out, you hear me?
Excuse me.
I'm just sayin Hey
Boyle's Law describes the behavior of gases under varying pressure.
What's that supposed to mean?
Tell that recruiter, to take his crystal ball...
Shall we begin?
Come on, move. Move.
Had anything to drink today?
He still does. Permission to relieve him.
You?
If he's lucky, he'll die 200 feet beneath the waves.
...a two-man submersible on loan from Woods Hole Oceanographic Institute.
Perfect assembly. How's the water down there?
They say you wrote over 100 letters requesting admission.
Do you honestly feel that, as a man...
Think you're as good as them?
Trouble, mostly.
I'm from Wisconsin.
Two tablespoons of machine oil can contaminate...
You?
Patch the hull of the training vessel so we can pump her full of air...
Fucking gonna be a hot one today.
Three.
I'm out of here. I have to get out.
What the hell you doing with him?
I'm from Wisconcin I'm from Wisconcin
I love you.
Jo!
We're men of honor, ain't we? We don't abide liars.
Tenders, lower your tool bags.
We still had intercom. Old MacArthur came over that squawk box:
Wait outside.
Yes, sir.
He has something. Proceed with caution.
Machinist's Mate First Class Rourke, front and center.
Right.
- I love you. - I love you.
Ever.
Diver, now! Tell him I want him up alive!
Those crackers see that nappy head...
Embolism.
Perfect assembly.
...senior chief and diver...
I'm ready. Let me go.
Talk to me, Carl.
A few more steps.
What are you, Cookie? Some kind of goddamn hero?
Two.
Flunk me. But don't punish him for being decent to me.
Goddamn it, Bam Bam, move your fat ass! I want my 60%