Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Those guys aren't the army. They're guerrillas.

Sounds like somebody who belongs on a unit called the A-Team.

He's not faking. Mr Murdock has paranoid anxiety delusions and intermittent memory loss.

Get the others out, B.A.

I think I’ll get out for a minute

You can't walk away. You just can't.

Not bad. Who else?

The paper eats 20 grand in expenses. And Massey doesn't file a word.

- These things take time. - Okay, Miguel, you want it straight?

All right, look, I have a 3:30...

Stitch 'em, Murdock. I'm goin' around back.

- I get this? How come? - Control the air, you win the war.

sitting on top of ol' Topper...

First you're orphaned by your parents, and then by your country.

Many peoples know A-Team.

I may be gone for a couple of days.

How many people you tell about me?

They're both out of L.A.X...

- Did I mention Murdock? - Murdock?

Get down. Get down!

- We're with the movie company. - Pardon me, sir?

Three-inch metal plating? None of these things were in the script that I read.

You will see that I am a poor country man...

And the general will be calling me at 5:00.

She did, but I had a line put in. You know, what a hassle.

He's got medication in the luggage. Bring the luggage!

"Tip the joint over"? Very macho, but is it smart?

- Let's go. - Terrific.

They all come down to rescue you.

Get the luggage, kid.

He's right. Our fathers would spit on us.

and we're gonna see if Avon and Jo Bob gonna be able to cut us a calf here.

Come on, you guys. I can help you with lots of stuff. I have the paper.

woman and people of low birth...

operation, right?

I'm not gonna waste any more of this paper's money on that lost cause.

Where's the Aquamaniac going?

Hannibal wanted me to tell you we're headed to Acapulco.

- I don't think we're gonna get wet today. - Get that hunk of junk movin'!

Colonel Lynch, it looks like they're headed towards the airport.

I love it when a pipeline comes together

And it'll bring him to us. Make him play on our field.

You came up a little short, honey. Twenty-five thousand won't keep us in jet fuel.

It doesn't take much to cause him trouble. He keeps tripping over his I.Q

- Mexico. He wants to go to Mexico. - okay.

- Yeah, but won't we shoot off the prop? - Nah.

- You got the leaflets? - Yeah.

Ah, Lynch. Excuse us, but we have to take this plane. We're going back to the U.S. of A.

You and I, maybe we make a deal.

Oh, yeah, yeah. There's one guy in here...

Senor, you make the big mistake with me.

I know. 'Cause I come from a place where the rats are big as alley cats.

Are you all right?