Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Four hours, nine minutes. Better late than never, Crofoot.
I'm asking this:
Rain coming in.
Hey, I got your telegram.
So they sent him here.
Topside, blue diver. I'm still waiting on my tool bag.
This wreck is rolling!
At ease.
Hours ago, an American B-52 bomber flying a routine mission...
It took me four years of work to get through med school.
It's spun copper, chief. We haven't used brass in a decade.
Forget it.
Maybe you'll remember that next time...
- Dive station. - Chief Sunday...
Don't amount to shit.
What are you, some broke-dick Popeye?
I'm so sorry.
...before the next team comes. Move your raggedy ass, Isert.
Permission to relieve the man below.
Whereby Petty Officer Rourke on the 22nd of September...
Daddy Zac to all IW Nashville: I WANT MY 100 ANGELS!!!!
Let's go!
Now get better so you can go home and enjoy your retirement.
Haven't you had enough career trouble?
Fine. Irrelevant.
I'm okay.
Goddammit, Cookie! Move your ass! I want my twelve!
- What do you owe him? - Nothing. You do.
You bet your ass
Moments before impact, the bomber's crew jettisoned...
Only the Army salutes indoors, senior chief.
Mr. Pappy blew a gasket when the son of a bitch passed you.
Captain Hanks...
You'll be passed out by the sixth step.
Big future.
I want to go home now! I want to go home now!
Good night.
...you will be medically disqualified from diving...
Coach Willis Talking To Hunter Before The Game
Get up cookie
- He'll beat you! - Go, Carl!
And if he should fall, he will fall in such a manner...
So, what's for chow, Cookie?
- That's not our sonar. - What?
MY NAME IS MASTER CHIEF LONNIE VAN ZYL
The ship's weight is busting those pipes, chief.
- But this? - What do you want from me?
Give Mom a big hug for me. Your loving son, Carl.
I want to come back.
Good morning.
- Standby's going in. - We can't wait. Look at him.
Isert, we can't talk for a bit, think of your favorite song...
Carl.
Yes, yes, master chief.
If I walk these 12 steps today...
Don't worry about the boat. Get that hose to Rourke.
He's near dead now, sir.
...of training your sorry ass?
You and your girlfriend used to practice the breaststroke!
Do you feel that?
Donny...
Tenders, unhat that diver.
You got anything to say for yourself?
...but it won't be tomorrow, or as long as I'm here.
What do you want?
My air hose is stuck!
Better salute him, or you'll spend your first night in the brig.
It's in your record. You knocked her up sophomore year.
The copilot is still in the water.
9 HOURS, 31 MINUTES. PERFECT ASSEMBLY.
...and a limb would hinder him in a free dive mode.
Dismissed!
Dan getting supervisory With Sam
Brashear, you have the barracks to yourself.
Why do you want this so badly?
You know he's in there right now.
You ever hear of the Search and Rescue Swimmers?
He's gonna pass.
Goddamn! Hey, I got an idea. Maybe you could use me around here.