Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This is Yahzee. Ben.

Listen, Enders, I'm a codetalker.

Taxis. A whole stinkin' fleet of 'em. That's how I'm making my millions.

We're gonna make it outta here.

We saved a lot of marines today.

What's his name?

Public-school boy myself.

The, uh, Indian.

Marines call it chow.

I gave him a bath and took him in.

Are you reading these, Joe?

I wouldn't get too friendly.

Go on. Why can't... Come on. Do it.

Charlie's family owns the biggest flock in the Four Corners area.

Are you hit? Are you hit?

Let's go, marines. This war ain't gonna wait forever. Let's go.

Oh, that's just what we need.

After a 12-hour shift I'm too tired to do anything but write letters.

My wife wasn't so sure.

They punished me by tying me to the radiator in the basement.

Like ride horses, eat fry bread, do some hunting...

Tell him I say hello.

It's gotta end sometime.

One line after Chick.

Not when I got one of these handy.

He's over there.

It was a noble thing that you did, Joe.

We are proud to claim the title

Sounds like some kind of prayer.

- Stay low! - Get out of there!

You ever see ghosts?

I'm runnin' out of ammo here, Joe.

There's still a ten o'clock curfew, but it doesn't matter to me.

You gonna do somethin'?

Remind me to time you when you got bullets flying over your head.

Hey... That was you, right, sitting in front of the major's office?

and a couple of sergeants, Enders and Henderson,

I would like to straighten that out, right here, right now.

Artillery. Code word?