Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

FUCHS: Gott im Himmel!

- these people use for oysters? - Uh, presumably oysters?

[cheering, laughter]

- Let's call it the widow-maker! - NOAH: Well, that's also not gonna translate.

MUA MUA: [chanting] Kalua... Kalua... Kalua...

What we? Where the hell were you?

Schneider, radio the ship. Tell them we need...

- [chuckling] Okay. - [chuckling] Yeah, right.

if you don't get murdered, maybe you can move here

to hold their fire until the Krauts are in close, right?

Jesus, you are the [bleep] worst.

- Yeah, right. - Uh-huh.

the men, the women, these nubile teenage girls

[inhales, laughs]

- Here. I think it's broken. - I...

I don't know, I guess all of it? [liquid splashing]

- What? - Cognate.

Are you... Mother, is that true? You were just gonna let us die?

- I pissed in my pants, man. - Still well within normal.

Okay, well, as long as I get the credit

But even though time is meaningless to me,

that lacks a basic knowledge of fermentation?

- Um... - Noah!

Hmm. Is it good?

I just... all these people put their trust in me,

Luckily, there is a Kriegsmarine transport nearby, heading for Nauru.

- when they start to get overrun? - Mm-hmm.

- Ah, crap. - Yeah, that doesn't sound good.