Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm taking my money out of your bank.
Well, Colonel, the boy's all yours.
As an officer and a gentleman, it is my duty to report.
Excuse me, Colonel Blake.
I am entirely at fault.
Hillbilly millionaire ambushes Army Reserve, captures General Grant.
And I've just come up with another one.
Bad boys.
She threatens to write her congressman.
I don't want him joining the Army Reserve no how.
I was executing a fast flanking movement.
I'm awful sorry about that.
Thank you.
There, there.
Before it was over, he'd apologize for Vicksburg, give back Richmond, and promise to shoot Sherman for burning Atlanta.
So it was.
Thank you.
Well, I won't be no hill-to-a-stepper like Jethro.
No, he's got a natural gift for it.
Was I the highest in the class?
Well, why didn't you say so?
Tell me to put it on, put it on!
You know, sometimes you don't act 147.
Oh, I'm sorry, Granny.
Would you like to run through it barefooted, child?
Say, what are you using, logarithms?
Your faithful 15 million.