Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Because your buddy smeared ash on your forehead?
But what it really comes down to is speed and accuracy under pressure.
I thought that he might read 'em when I get home.
What'd you say your name was again, Private?
Take a look.
I guess somewhere along the way I must have switched units.
Good.
Not that you'd ever admit it, but if it starts aching, take a couple of those.
The last defensible ridge on this island.
Dear Joe, how the hell are you?
Pappas.
It's oil.
We're losing men.
A priest?
Jesus Christ! We're in the middle of a goddamn minefield!
All right.
Tortoise. Good.
Corpsman!
That codetalker is out front for a reason.
Oh, no! No!
If one of you got caught, talked, the code would be useless.
I can't find Ox or Whitehorse.
If you ever tell a story about him, George...
That's it.
Putting on that Jap uniform. Trying to get one of their radios, call off our guns.
Destination: the island of Saipan,
Now you get some sack time. That's an order.
Smoke 'em up!
Tear him open.
Up 50. Fire for effect.
Really.
Thinkin' about teaching.
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Corpsman!
Nell, you'll give yourself an ulcer, you keep worrying about her.
- Deal 'em up, deal 'em up. - You know, we don't take wampum here.
And then I'm goin' back to the motherland.
Yeah! Kill me some Japs!
Make that two.
I found a stray dog the other day on Waikiki.
- Why not? - OK.
You know, when this is over, maybe you should come out to Navajo country.
In code. Private Whitehorse.
who, if I'm understanding these orders correctly,
You're blocking my view.
Give it a rest? I keep tryin', but...
I can't perform my duty!
Yeah. You've been saving a lot of marines.
I'm a good fuckin' marine.
- Corporal Enders reporting, sir. - At ease.
It's funny. Fathers didn't like us talking Navajo at Mass.