Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

— He stole my salami. —You lousyliar.
we‘ll be handing out medals for social diseases.
Why aren‘t you a correspondent or something?
That‘s major to you, Captain!
Right ?The one that should never die and always does.
I never talk politics with an olive.
Here we are.
It‘s gonna be a long night. Come on.
I mean, the North Koreans. The Chinese, sir, the enemy.
— Out ofthe way there. Move! — Aren‘t we grumpy today?
Henry, you‘re not going to endorse this major idiot‘s application, are you?
Start another W. with a large bore needle.
Maybe we got ourselves a fiat—chested WAC.
Don‘t get snippy, Captain.
All right, look, we can have time to do this and still be crocked before dinner.
—Attention, attention: All medical personnel—— — That‘s what I‘m talking about.
Ah, the North didn‘t do it. He did.
Don‘t reach for your appendix, kid, it‘s gone.
He said, “I never heard no bullet.”
You believe that?
— [ Sighs] Look, Wendell—— — Wa/ter.
— Give my love to Bernice. — I will.
Yes. It‘sjust this song. It gives me goose bumps.
— [ Slurping] — There, good.
—We|l,we|l, |—— — Sir, this injury was sustained ata front—line unit.
He‘s had ten milligrams ofmorphine. Pressure, 80 over 50, and faint.
J; [ Instrumental: “I‘m in the Mood for Love”]
and “I‘m in the Mood for Love."
— She‘s not in there anymore. — What are you talking about?
— You got that? — He stole my salami. | smell it on his breath.
Shh! No, not unless he wants to get caught in a lady‘s tent.
[Grunts] Crummy appendix.
I hate him when he‘s serious. I‘ll be right back.