Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Woman] Get up! Get up!

Look, stop snowing me. You ﬁght him.

- Oh, hi. Uh-huh. — Fool Army, papers, double—talk, red tape,

Now for the big question: Who am | ?

What are you doing after the war? Hey, waita minute!

That‘ll do it. I ﬁgure to punch him, not run him to death.

You were saving queens and throwing spades, right?

— It‘s not very ethical. — It‘s not even moral, but we‘re in a war zone.

Only ifyou put those on.

At least she didn‘t have any trouble ﬁguring out your sex.

Good evening and welcome to the Inter—Camp Boxing Tournament.

Me doctor. Need hands. Operate.

|fyou‘re free later, I‘ll be glad to putyou up on my lift.

What would you say if| told you that Trapper is gonna win that ﬁght?

— Boo ! — [General] Hooray!

I was, but I didn‘t say where, did I ? What about you?

You better hurry up, Henry. He looked at your arm like it was an hors d‘oeuvre.

Don‘t let her go, Henry.

Oh, ﬁne, General. A little rough, but we‘re not complaining.

I trained a number ofboys to box back home.

We‘re not giving you up. You‘re the best thing to hit this place since dry socks.

A boxing tournament?

Now put more shoulder into it. Use your whole body.