Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

About gettin' paid three dollars per Comanche ear.

We're gonna be the eyes and the ears.

Elevation zero-five-zero.

Add 325, fire for effect!

They're gonna fight for every square inch,

Thanks. Thanks a bunch.

I'm gonna get my fuckin' balls blown off out here!

8th's caught out in the open. We gotta call in the flyboys.

Marked improvement.

I know what kind of slanty-eyed savage you are, boy.

It's... amazing.

You men on the Solomons were lost to a broken code.

Ben. You know, you've never called me that before.

- What the hell are you doin' there? - I'm goin' with him.

Yahzee teachin' college boys about Custer's scalpin' at Little Bighorn.

Command don't want postmarks going to the reservation.

- Well, there sure as shit ain't any here. - Ain't that the truth.

Victor, Victor. This is X-ray. Over.

Card on the head, only fool can't see it is you.

Set up defense positions.

I don't wanna die in this shithole.

I wasn't alone in that, sir. I couldn't have done it without Private Ben Yahzee.

Hey! You hear me?

Well, we ain't got much else to do out here. What the hell?

I know. Gets you thinkin'.

You must've seen me showering with my war bonnet.

- Bill! - I'm out.

They told us to hold the position! And that's what we're gonna do!

You're OK. You're good, you're good.

- Yahzee. - Let him go.

- I... State your full name... - I, Ben Yahzee...

Sounds nice. What about you, Zee?

Now, somebody wearing a lot more stripes than you

they told me I was a soldier of Christ.

Nellie. Take the satchel charge.

What, Injun poker? Hey, how do you boys do that again?

Goddamn it! I can't do it!