Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm lyin' on the beach and this sweet little thing named Molly comes out the water.

My orders were to protect the code.

Yeah, me and Molly, oh boy.

No one else is dying.

I want you to do me a favor.

- We're secure on the left side. - Area's secured.

Of course, one Sunday I forgot.

Congratulations. You just made sergeant.

Get those men spread out!

and an airstrip to land and refuel B-29's

Orders were to hold some shitty swamp marsh on the ass-end of nowhere.

Jap Ha-Go. Who can give me the code word for tank?

They don't use holy water to confirm. They use oil.

Another 50 years, who knows, we could be sittin' down with the Nipponese.

An ass-kicker on the land and on the sea.

You believe that shit? I wasn't running or nothin'.

Not what I meant.

Or keep demonstrating what an ignorant fool you are?

Oh, God... Oh, Joe...

You'll have to chew it next time. Here.

So, your duty with JASCO have anything to do with these Navajo radiomen?

- Get the regiment on the horn. - I can't!

You know, Charlie blessed my son in the Navajo way the day he was born.

It's Italian. Used to be Endrolfini before some asshole at Ellis Island got hold of it.

She walks straight up to me and asks me if I'm hungry...

The 8th's movin' in. We'd better check out the other side.

Writing a letter to my son.

I'm not at liberty to say.

Pair of cowboys for Big E.

What about you, Charlie? What's life got in store for you after this mess?

You don't have to cry. You're gonna be all right.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Come on! Come on!

Get on the radio!

That's what happens to a man when he's talking to a beautiful woman.

If you've ever played a high-low game, it's like any other. Waste of time and money.

Hey! Look at that. A trio of nines. Pretty.

Chick's gonna get us out. Right, Chick?

- You want morphine? - Yeah.

who begged me to pull back...

Report I read claims you went above and beyond.

- Tell 'em they're shelling... - I can't! The radio's out. It's been hit.