Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, it ain‘t my fault I‘m tooyoung tojoin up.
It‘s not Hot Lips, it‘s Radar.
You know what he said?
— What about your folks? — They think I run off tojoin the circus.
— How old are you, Wendell? — Twenty.
|fit hadn‘t been for that, I‘d still be up there with my outfit.
— But they do come from up there. — Mm—hmm.
Were you directing traffic at the time ofthe accident, Officer?
— [ Moaning] — Frank, don‘t moan!
Tommy Gillis, you‘re a genuine lunatic. Come back and see us soon.
Listen, stick around, make yourself at home. We‘ll be right back.
I‘d give you a kiss, but I... can‘t lift my head.
“the Secretary of the Army hereby declares...
— on the way to the shower. — Yes.
| just wear this uniform because my saddle shoes clash with blood.
— You used to be a Communist. — I‘m keeping my country safe from me.
— “that Franklin D. Burns, Major, US. Army Reserves, - Sir?
— How‘d it happen? —Well, |—-
Well, what do you expect? Somebody‘s stolen Frank‘s medal.
— Bernice ? That your sergeant? — That‘s my girl.
I‘ve, um, put in for the Purple Heart.