Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, it goes out every few years.

Pierce, is there anything I can do to help?

My folks won‘t be home for hours.

Really, I‘m 18.

Well, the recruiting sergeant peeked under my dress, and here I am.

But according to your accident report, you tripped in the mud...

at least until your stitches heal?

— It was fourth grade. — Fifth grade. Remember?

Please, |don‘t wanna go home.

For somebody who‘s both 20 and 18, you look awfully i 6 to me.

He‘ll be in divorce court ifyou don‘t erase the tracks from your tent.

I don‘t know.

Margaret, you don‘t know what it does to me being nearyou all day in surgery,

How long before| can get back to my outﬁt, sir?

Don‘t reach for your appendix, kid, it‘s gone.

[Laughing] You——

Blood‘s for me. I‘m anemic. Henry, I need your help.

Wanna hear a funny one?

— Here, sir. — give me the——

—What was that? — Him. He hates itwhen we drink.

I guess ifthey‘re tall enough to reach the trigger, they‘re old enough to enlist.

— Frank. — Well, yes, Colonel,

— That‘s a great way to run a war. — Right.

Frank is in traction, and Trapper is watching a movie in the mess tent.