Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What'd you say your name was again, Private?

Dear Joe, how the hell are you?

Give it a rest? I keep tryin', but...

Up 50. Fire for effect.

Not that you'd ever admit it, but if it starts aching, take a couple of those.

I guess somewhere along the way I must have switched units.

And then I'm goin' back to the motherland.

who, if I'm understanding these orders correctly,

You're blocking my view.

- Deal 'em up, deal 'em up. - You know, we don't take wampum here.

Yeah. You've been saving a lot of marines.

Because your buddy smeared ash on your forehead?

In code. Private Whitehorse.

Destination: the island of Saipan,

You know, when this is over, maybe you should come out to Navajo country.

Jesus Christ! We're in the middle of a goddamn minefield!

I found a stray dog the other day on Waikiki.

Nell, you'll give yourself an ulcer, you keep worrying about her.

We're losing men.

The last defensible ridge on this island.

That codetalker is out front for a reason.

If one of you got caught, talked, the code would be useless.

Putting on that Jap uniform. Trying to get one of their radios, call off our guns.

Now you get some sack time. That's an order.

- Corporal Enders reporting, sir. - At ease.

If you ever tell a story about him, George...

I can't perform my duty!

I'm a good fuckin' marine.

Shave his belly with a rusty razor

But what it really comes down to is speed and accuracy under pressure.

It's funny. Fathers didn't like us talking Navajo at Mass.

Yeah! Kill me some Japs!

Thinkin' about teaching.

I can't find Ox or Whitehorse.

I thought that he might read 'em when I get home.

- Why not? - OK.

Tortoise. Good.