Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Got it. You all right?

Congratulations, Enders.

Have ourselves a little peek.

Next year'd be all right with me.

I ain't that drunk, Yahzee. You cut that horseshit out.

I'm from Oxnard, California. Just north of Hollywood a ways.

Hey there, sweetheart.

Well, ante up... Chief.

Ought to be ashamed of yourself, hustling a... hustling marines.

Redirect fire. Add 325, fire for effect.

You want to come on over, or what?

It's just something I would do as a kid on my grandmother's kitchen table.

Used to call me the Pied Piper of the Pigs.

Tojo would like nothing more than to catch a live one.

Sounds like you're dying.

full of grace...

I'm a good fuckin' marine.

I want you to brief everybody, make clear what's happenin'.

You telling me you saw ghosts, Private?

What's your poison?

How you're doing.

What were their names?

Please don't hit me!

What I'm about to tell you, Corporal, cannot leave this room.

Shave his belly with a rusty razor Early in the morning!

You gonna let me get dressed, Chick?

Son of a bitch!

You won't for much longer. I got a buddy in Intel that says we ship out in a week.

Fortunately, he couldn't help them even if he wanted to.

You mean what am I doing in this uniform?

Yeah, we're good.

- Christ. - Joe! Joe!

Oh, yeah? You and me and every other mother's son. We all want out.

Begging the major's pardon, but I believe I'd best serve the Corps killing Japs,

So I'm guessing the orders you can't tell me are the same orders I can't tell you.

From the halls of Montezuma

I was thinkin' about when they confirmed me.

It's a Navajo. Or it was.

Hey, know where we might find 2nd Joint Assault Signal?

Give me the rifle.

Next time you decide to take a bath, Private, let me know, or I'll kick your ass.

coordinating the naval gunfire -

- On it. - All right?