Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Because they said I couldn't have it.

- Daddy, you acting like... - This was my farm?

No smoking, chief.

...I'll be waiting for you in that car over there.

why are you doing this? piss people off.

...I will make every effort to die like a Navy man.

Package for you, sir.

My kids go to school.

Much as I hate to prolong this...

So baked cookies Two more eggs

Boatswain's Mate Brashear, 37.

Yeah, you got it. That's it.

Sorry to hear that.

Rain coming in.

Topside, blue diver.

What's the hitch?

Joey Figure it out Shits old bro.

Oh, yeah, that's right.

Senior Chief Sunday, U.S.S. Hoist.

You're the same hateful little man as you started out as.

Give me my career back.

Chief Sunday, effective immediately...

...you'll never dive again.

Hey, it's not Tuesday, son.

Please be seated, Senior Chief Brashear.

If he should fall, he will fall in such a manner...

Who wants to save me the sweat...

Nine. The Navy diver is not a fighting man.

Is he up and around again?

...and are hereby reduced in rank to chief petty officer.

I just got back from fighting a war, making the world free for democracy...

Oh, no, no problem at all.

...of the Personnel Policy Control Board at the Pentagon.

You should see the future of Navy deep-sea diving.

What do you think? Should be you out there.

I can't breathe.

He don't have to be fast tomorrow.

Never thought I'd live to see it.

Chief Brashear.

And lock up, would you?

But it ain't gonna work.

Fouled. Now get it unfouled.

I'm here, Hart. What do you need?

Once you locate your project flange...

Since the bomb disappeared in international waters...

Is he still active?

I'm looking to make a career move.

Come on, Cookie. Get up.

If he should stagger, he will not fall!

Damnit Lynn I want my 100 Burpees

I'm not just good at it. I was born for it.

- I can't help you. - Why not?

Get on with it, senior chief.

- Chief? - Cut the weight. Drop the weight!

They were going to make him an admiral in D. C...

I'm not going to school, Daddy.

- Chief, I need help. - Stay put. Help's on the way.

You got to have your balls screwed on tight for that swim.

Charge it when you get where you're going.

...I owe you, sir.

- You ain't a master chief no more. - You trifling me, motherfucker?

Doc Maddox'll bring in a family where the kids work too.

Damn right I am.