Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We're gonna be a busy pair of gravediggers, Weaver.

Thank you, staff. Well, come along, then.

By the way, l meant to tell you...

...and run the main wire downstream to the plunger.

Yai will be with you so you can occupy the Nips...

...because I don't care about your bridge or about your rules.

We'll teach them a lesson in Western efficiency that will put them to shame.

It's not likely to be a pleasant swim.

Reeves, you're the key man in this situation, as engineer.

You keep walking on that foot, you'll bleed to death.

Where there's a hospital, there's alcohol.

Can you finish the bridge in time?

You've got to get there before sundown.

But one day, in a week, a month, a year...

I can walk on it. That's all that counts.

Please thank those concerned.

...and give you the Navy Cross for impersonating an officer.

Sir, you can't stand much more of this.

I'm going to clean you up a little while l talk.

All right, at ease.

"FIC" GUILD, MARK TIME!

Our headquarters is up in the Botanical Gardens.

Frankly, I have grave doubts whether your lieutenant-- What's his name?

You think he'll be all right?

I didn't want to speak out in front of them.

I had to do it.

Means only one thing, colonel won't give in.

But we think the camp is about here.

You'd have the simulated rank of major.

We have a particular interest in that railway you worked on.

-How's the arm? -Nearly healed.

Where is my mind?

There is no barbed wire.

I'm gonna have a word with this fellow. Colonel!

-What about Chapman? -Yai will bury him and his chute.

-Alter? -Yes, I've increased it.

...we must consider ourselves absolved from our duty to obey you.

...we're fairly informal about those things in Force 31 6.

Blast. This is awkward.

...for making an escape from the jungle.

One will stay here with me. All right, now get cracking.

You will work under the direction of a Japanese engineer.

Andrew Cuomo everytime the Leg reverses one of his stupid Covid rules

He's been in isolation too long, poor chap.

Well, the regular army reminded me of my job in civilian life.

Leg ulcers. l may be able to save the leg if I do more cutting tonight.

You were an accountant in Montreal?

But no officers, except in an administrative capacity.

About two years later I volunteered for this work.

She's telling you to hold still. She'll take the leeches off your back.

A corporal should always know how many men he has under him.

-Give me a list of your requirements. -Yes, sir.

Then there were some who just got tired of living.

I do not hide the truth.

...but it's the only hiding place within feasible distance.

Mud. All the work up to now has been useless.

Would you have it said that our chaps can't do a proper job?

I've asked the officers to lend a hand, but even that won't do it.

Let us be happy in our work.

Do you understand that?

You see those piles?

How did you happen to wind up here?

Besides, are you sure it's sabotage?

-lt's Warden I don't get. -Oh, why not?

I prefer it to sake.

Or is it the sun?

A first-rate job.

...which is Camp 1 6...

Two jumps, 80 percent. Three jumps, you're bound to get your packet.

One, two, three, four.

-That's the end of his lecture. -Thunderous ovation.

Good morning. l'm looking for an American named Commander Shears.

You will order your officers to work.

Look. l'm not a Navy commander. I'm not even an officer.