Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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