Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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