Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Got this with the mail today. You ever had pickled herring?

God knows what a girl will do without reassurance.

No. But she's not here.

Are you gonna help me or not?

Wonder what George Armstrong Custer would make of that.

- Sir? - Man's a Navajo, not a codetalker.

On the land and on the sea

You Got A Perforated Eardrum, Enders. Your Equilibrium's All Screwy

I'm getting better every day.

Around the house too.

Not your people I'm worried about.

I didn't know you knew anybody in Intelligence, Harri.

You keep up the good work, Enders.

Your mission is to protect the code...

Drinkin' their sake, shootin' the shit...

Close your eyes. It'll taste better. Who's next?

born for the Towering House clan.

It takes me two-and-a-half minutes to do what used to take an hour.

You saved a lot of marines.

You are a whiny son of a bitch right now, aren't you?

You got a perforated eardrum, Enders. Your equilibrium's all screwy.

Yeah, we did, Ben.

You ever not miss mail call, Enders?

Why I volunteered... beyond me.

Well, it's nice.

I took my grenade and... and I threw it and I blew him up.

Shit. Goddamn Nipponese touchdown!

What the hell are you talking about?

south 700, elevation zero-five-zero.

Fortino, take over.

Now, there's a war goin' on worldwide,

Fortino! Cover me!

Joe, we did it.

You know I didn't want to.

There is a real sense that the war is going well, and could be over soon.

All right. Got no problem with point, Gunny.

Assault and battery... on one Father Crispin O'Donnell?

I don't know. They've been doin' it since sundown.

Goin' up the mountain.

Chick! Come on!

What the hell are you talkin' about?

This one time, before the war,

I know I ain't gonna get you to quit playin' that thing, so...

How the fucking hell should I know?

These might help get rid of the taste.

To give your Silver Star to Nellie's wife.

Put a hand on this.

OK... Oh, another mess for the Sunshine State.

- You OK, Ben? - Yeah.

Enders. What kind of name is that anyway?