Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hold down the fort.
He had no control at all.
— Rough shift. — Picnic.
Well, I‘ve seen him. I had breakfast with the man onlyyesterday.
— Hello? — Hello, General? Major Houlihan.
—Did I meet him yesterday at breakfast? —Yes.
I‘d certainly like to know why it‘s so all—fired important...
— Who doesn‘t exist? — This, uh, Tuttle you made up.
— Everyone here‘s against me, Margaret. — Oh, only Pierce and McIntyre.
Soldier, where do | find Captainjonathan Tuttle?
— No, sir. — Radar, ifit‘s one thing I insist on,
You are an inspiration to us all.
Yes, there is.
Should we go back inside and build one?
- Oh ? — Right after he graduated from Adolintler High.
I told Tuttle I‘d have lunch with him.
- Sir? — Corporal O‘Reilly?
Oh, for Pete‘s sake, Margaret, you‘re practically drooling.
Okay, okay. Look, listen.
— Oh, I didn‘t know you had a sister. — She‘s a nun.
Weight: 1 95 pounds.
Nice work. There wasn‘t a dry eye in the camp.
I mean, wow, sir.