Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He is one with the ladies, no?
Ammonia!
you're out of dirt road and good luck, fatso.
- Is this part of the plan? - No.
I'll get something. Don't bother Miguel.
- That isn't what he said. - How do you know? You weren't there.
Hang in there. You guys run a hell of an airport.
What are you guys doing?
Did I get a story? Did I? No.
Hey, Lynch! Lose a little weight, will ya?
Allen, you need some time off.
from a Colonel, uh, Morrison...
Before we start yammering away on these business details, I want you to meet my personal pilot.
- How you feeling? - Ain't feeling like I slept no 26 hours, man.
Come out!
He's gonna show up in a couple of weeks down there at a bullfight wearing a lampshade.
Colonel.
and have him pick me up at 3:00 this afternoon.
I hate everything. I hate this dresser, my straitjacket.
Valdez usually comes in from this direction.
Have Captain Murdock made ready for release.
B.A. was telling me about the jazz...
Hold it.
Lock it and leave it. We're leaving. You got five seconds.
- Off the cabinet. - Don't worry about it, Nurse.
What you doing, man? Step off! Step off! Did you bring any candy?
We're gonna keep making it till we get it right.
Sounds like the bullets hittin' the prop. The timing chain's slipped.
I'm sorry, sir, but I know nothing about that. Perhaps at the desk.
We were talking about the fact that you flew the mission over the D.M.Z.
Okay, I give up. I give up. It's all yours. It's all yours. It's all yours.
This place looks long on local colour and short on blended whisky.
because he's scheduled for a frontal lobe severance tomorrow.
They're over there.
- You've got to have some idea where the marijuana fields are. - Somewhere in here.
Moanin' about some dumb, big, fat, stupid, stinkin' bandit.
He's daring me.
- All of you are under arrest. - Only thing is...
Let's go. Let's go.
Why did you pick a truck with no gas?
I know this lot like the back of my hand.
What a kidder.
- I love kids. - They seem to like you too.
Watch out! It's ammonia.
I'm playing mean with a kind of a sad reluctance.
I see.
Did you find Massey's research paper? Did he file any copy at all?
If you want this guy, Valdez, bad enough, and we get him, you'll feel it. Wait and see.
Hey, hey, it's me.
- Jo Bob Jameson. - Howdy, Avon.
And their pilots don't mind if you hitchhike.
All right. Face, you get us some digs and start throwing snowballs at the film commissioner.
Murdock, go!
Don't tell me you didn't love seeing him over his head in that rancid water.
I ain’t getting in no taxi
I am Ground Control Officer Sanchez. I'm asking you, who's the pilot of this aircraft?
I got him! Now!
- Where are we, man? - Welcome back, B.A. You really slept, kid.
Daddy Hank, he gets in. He sets down. He's all excited.
His wife died. He's been depressed.
The master say...
It's on everything. And I hate ammonia.
Here.