Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I never talk politics with an olive.
Yes. It‘sjust this song. It gives me goose bumps.
Don‘t get snippy, Captain.
Start another W. with a large bore needle.
— Out ofthe way there. Move! — Aren‘t we grumpy today?
we‘ll be handing out medals for social diseases.
Ah, the North didn‘t do it. He did.
Right ?The one that should never die and always does.
You believe that?
Henry, you‘re not going to endorse this major idiot‘s application, are you?
— [ Sighs] Look, Wendell—— — Wa/ter.
It‘s gonna be a long night. Come on.
and “I‘m in the Mood for Love."
— She‘s not in there anymore. — What are you talking about?
He said, “I never heard no bullet.”
—We|l,we|l, |—— — Sir, this injury was sustained ata front—line unit.
—Attention, attention: All medical personnel—— — That‘s what I‘m talking about.
Shh! No, not unless he wants to get caught in a lady‘s tent.
That‘s major to you, Captain!
— [ Slurping] — There, good.
He‘s had ten milligrams ofmorphine. Pressure, 80 over 50, and faint.
Here we are.
All right, look, we can have time to do this and still be crocked before dinner.
Maybe we got ourselves a fiat—chested WAC.
— He stole my salami. —You lousyliar.
I hate him when he‘s serious. I‘ll be right back.
Don‘t reach for your appendix, kid, it‘s gone.
— Give my love to Bernice. — I will.
— You got that? — He stole my salami. | smell it on his breath.
[Grunts] Crummy appendix.
J; [ Instrumental: “I‘m in the Mood for Love”]
I mean, the North Koreans. The Chinese, sir, the enemy.
Why aren‘t you a correspondent or something?