Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Chick! Come on!

There is a real sense that the war is going well, and could be over soon.

Why I volunteered... beyond me.

This one time, before the war,

You Got A Perforated Eardrum, Enders. Your Equilibrium's All Screwy

Assault and battery... on one Father Crispin O'Donnell?

Wonder what George Armstrong Custer would make of that.

Yeah, we did, Ben.

You ever not miss mail call, Enders?

born for the Towering House clan.

south 700, elevation zero-five-zero.

God knows what a girl will do without reassurance.

How the fucking hell should I know?

OK... Oh, another mess for the Sunshine State.

I don't know. They've been doin' it since sundown.

I took my grenade and... and I threw it and I blew him up.

Close your eyes. It'll taste better. Who's next?

All right. Got no problem with point, Gunny.

Fortino, take over.

These might help get rid of the taste.

- You OK, Ben? - Yeah.

I know I ain't gonna get you to quit playin' that thing, so...

No. But she's not here.

Now, there's a war goin' on worldwide,

Enders. What kind of name is that anyway?

Your mission is to protect the code...

Around the house too.

To give your Silver Star to Nellie's wife.

What the hell are you talkin' about?

I didn't know you knew anybody in Intelligence, Harri.

You saved a lot of marines.

You are a whiny son of a bitch right now, aren't you?

Fortino! Cover me!

- Sir? - Man's a Navajo, not a codetalker.

Shit. Goddamn Nipponese touchdown!

Not your people I'm worried about.

Put a hand on this.

Are you gonna help me or not?

Joe, we did it.

It takes me two-and-a-half minutes to do what used to take an hour.

What the hell are you talking about?

On the land and on the sea

I'm getting better every day.

You know I didn't want to.

Well, it's nice.

Goin' up the mountain.

You keep up the good work, Enders.

Drinkin' their sake, shootin' the shit...

You got a perforated eardrum, Enders. Your equilibrium's all screwy.

Got this with the mail today. You ever had pickled herring?