Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Some good, some bad.
Never been there.
Move!
We gotta go now, because Billy's gonna dance with me.
This field ain't ever gonna be done.
- A Navy master diver? - Yes, sir.
- We'll bring him home. - Sailor!
Roger that.
And me? You better than me?
- You can't go down there. - I won't have your familiar tone.
Watch the door. Try not to touch anything.
...we have every cook and shine boy thinking they'll be next...
Well, I'll be goddamned.
Here, sir.
- Has-been. - Yes.
I made some calls.
Pull him up. Faster! Faster!
She told me it was okay to dance with girls.
Senior Chief Brashear, the business of the modern Navy...
Say now, who wants to quit?
I got no room for heroes or stuttering swim champs with a wife and kids.
I heard you were a hell of a swimmer, Snowhill. State champ?
Avert your eyes!
Hell I don't know why anyone would want To be a floatplane pilot
Carl, do you read me?
You're fined one half month's pay for six months...
Where are you? Are you okay?
Afternoon, chief.
I just made you a deck seaman three days ago.
Fraternizing among Navy men?
But the joke is, I'll wash out if I fail my next exam.
Let's go, son. Your father's waiting on us.
Knowing you, it's gonna be something big.
Goddamn It, Karlo, Move Your Ass! I Want My 12 Goddamn It, Cookie, Move Your Ass! I Want My 12
To return to the chief's primary concern.
Come on. We'll help you.
Stationed in Norfolk, Virginia, the divers were flown here hours ago...
My opinion might mean something here.
We landed on something.
I guess not.
When people ask why you’re doing this
It's a lot of brass to sling up from a seated position.
Come on, Carl.
Change a fucking bedpan!
Three from the first row, step forward.
And which one is that?
I can't do that, chief. I haven't reported for duty.
...where it is my greatest wish...
Three-quarters of you standing here will fail to become Navy divers.
- Red diver, what's your situation? - The whole ship just dropped 50 feet.
I pass, I become an intern, maybe someday a doctor.
You got fucked Happens to the best of us
Thirty-six hours ago, an American B-52 bomber...
Makes you think twice about who you invite into your home.
Give up, Cookie.
...it's time to ring in the New Year.
You have to let them know who's boss.
My name is Master Chief Billy Sunday.
Could you do that, Senior Chief Brashear?
Sailor! Sailor!
...that some things do not change.
- Auld lang syne and all. - Auld lang syne.
I wrote it.
I can't.
You were right, chief. You and I have nothing in common.
- You fail the next test, you're out. - Yes, sir.
Captain, I concur with your assessment.
you know what the chinese say cookie?
- It won't happen again. - Yes, it will.
Swim champ had half a chance.
In their eyes, you'll never be as good as them.
Senior Chief Sunday...
Late for what?
Put pineapple on your pizza if you feel like it
Pimple on God's ass.
Come on, Jane.