Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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