Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

YOU GOT FIVE MINUTES.

BUT YOU TOLD ME TO DO EIGHT TO 12 REPS.

NOPE. SET IT FOR 5:30.

THIS COUNTRY HAS EVER KNOWN--

MOVE IT! MOVE IT!

DROP BY DROP, MRS. FLORES.

AFTER TWO WEEKS, I WAS DOWN TO MY LAST RAT.

AND BE APPROVED BY A DAMN COMMISSION.

THAT'S WHERE OUR GOVERNMENT INTERS ITS WAR HEROES.

PASS ME COTTON'S APPLICATION.

AND SHOW SOME LEG.

I'M HEADED OVER TO THE TEXAS STATE CEMETERY.

WILL RECONVENE IN SIX MONTHS...

COME ON. GRAB SOME FLOOR.

YEP. I'M IN CHARGE NOW.

A JAPANESE MACHINE GUN BLEW AWAY HIS SHINS.

OH, THANK GOD. WELL, THAT'S MY RIDE TO REHAB.

DON'T TALK LIKE THAT, PEGGY.

MEN HAVE FOUGHT AND DIED FOR THE FLAG

SPITTING ALCOHOL INTO MY ZIPPO.

I'M NOT EVEN SURE YOU WANT TO WALK.

ARE YOU DYING ON ME?

WE NEED TO TALK.

PLAYTIME'S OVER, HANK'S WIFE.

THERE YOU GO! HEH.

WOULD YOU PLEASE STOP YELLING AT ME?!

TO GET BACK FROM REHAB?

WHAT KIND OF PLACE IS THAT FOR A CHILD'S BIRTHDAY PARTY?

IN A MONTH-- WAY TOO SOON.

AND HELP ME FIND THE BABY?

AH, PEGGY, YOU REMEMBER

THEN TELL ME YOU WANT TO WALK.