Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This is just like sitting in a living room trying to fly the house.
Come on, Louie.
You must live through the night.
Not one bit.
Prisoners of Naoetsu...
Officer.
Damn flak.
We cannot have disease in the barracks.
This is how the Japanese eat fish.
Oh, boy!
Harder!
Okay.
Gear is down.
Pillsbury?
We've invaded the Marshall Islands.
Now these things,
Yes, I do.
Yeah.
Hair, hair, hair!
Tinker, you're up top.
It is necessary to have respect.
Little lemon,
nobody make a gnocci like her
Colonel would like to know location of radar in E-class, B-24.
Stay down. Dumb Dago.
Maybe, Mac.
American like you.
4:12. Getting close.
Yes, that's Zamperini overtaking Norway's Rolf Hansen.
So you think there's some kind of a grand plan?
Everybody brace.
You know it.
What are you doing, wop?
Our father, which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.
Come on!
Oh, God.
Are you all right?
First, she makes the dough out of very fine flour.
In the spirit of the new future of our Great Nations,
Go on.
Next!
Phil?
Hey!
The Baron's been beaten, Tinker.
You and your greasy wop family.
- Zamp? - Yeah, yeah?
On three. Two. Three.
You will. All right? You think about home. Okay?
You are?
Roger.
Look me in the eye.
Next!
Gehringer.
I leave Omori tomorrow.
Gotta feather it.
Hit me!