Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Clears Throat]
Let’s go home.
—When the what went through your where? —He was right here.
[Fizzing]
Took away my wheels.
Purple Rider, Purple Rider. Come in, Purple Rider. Can you read me?
Something wrong?
His wife‘sjoined him, and he‘s going home fora month‘s leave.
It‘s a par 29.
— Move! — Over my dead body.
Think he‘d mind?
— You see that fiag out there? — Uh—uh.
— [Static] — Hawkeye!
— Hey, that‘s great. Great. — Well, let‘s go.
I smelled the gunpowder.
Well, what—— what are you——
Very nice, Henry. Very good.
— Colonel Blake, this man is about to pilferyourjeep. — Is that right, McIntyre?
Hawkeye. Hawkeye !