Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Purple Rider, Purple Rider. Come in, Purple Rider. Can you read me?
Let’s go home.
Took away my wheels.
[Fizzing]
Very nice, Henry. Very good.
— You see that fiag out there? — Uh—uh.
— [Static] — Hawkeye!
—When the what went through your where? —He was right here.
Hawkeye. Hawkeye !
I smelled the gunpowder.
— Move! — Over my dead body.
Something wrong?
— Colonel Blake, this man is about to pilferyourjeep. — Is that right, McIntyre?
— Hey, that‘s great. Great. — Well, let‘s go.
[Clears Throat]
Well, what—— what are you——
It‘s a par 29.
Think he‘d mind?
His wife‘sjoined him, and he‘s going home fora month‘s leave.