Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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