Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No one else is gonna die, Ben.

Not many bodies of water in Arizona.

I mean, she picked them out and all.

I'm gonna mix my daddy's strawberries in this Swedish concoction called yoghurt.

Course you were, Joe. You're a damn good fuckin' marine.

TBY hasn't got the range of the TBX.

So where the hell they got us now?

- You're not hearing me. - I'm hearing you just fine.

Come on, keep moving!

Getting on my uniform.

- How am I doin'? - You're good.

Now, Saipan is Japanese soil, and there's 30,000 of 'em dug in.

How much of this crap do you have anyway?

Keep those hands vertical.

Didn't think so.

- They're firing too short! - The Japs gotta be way ahead of us.

It's rice wine. It's Jap sake. But it does the trick.

- Fuck it. I'm out. - Yeah. I'm gonna go write the missus.

May as well join me, huh?

You've done well as a marine, Corporal.

- Stay low! - Nellie? Pappas?

and get our bombers within range of Tokyo.

What the hell you think you're doin', boy?

Goddamn you, Joe Enders!

Colonel. Can I help you, sir?

Damn it! We got a unit under fire!

It happens when you're not watching my lips, Joe.

What are you talking about?

My whole family's been in the Corps.

At least he keeps me warm at night.

I remember my granddaddy sittin' on the porch talkin' about huntin' Indians,

So you may need a relay to get your transmission to command post.

But sometimes, when I'm lying in bed,

- Indians, sir? - Navajo, to be exact.

What do we call a tank?

Relay the damn coordinates!

- You shuffle that deck? - I certainly did.

Dear Joe, we got great news today.

Nobody else is gonna die.

We thought the day would never come.

Target reference... dog one...

Way to go, marine.

Hell of a thing, huh?