Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You shuffle that deck? - I certainly did.

Nobody else is gonna die.

So you may need a relay to get your transmission to command post.

and get our bombers within range of Tokyo.

What the hell you think you're doin', boy?

But sometimes, when I'm lying in bed,

- Indians, sir? - Navajo, to be exact.

Come on, keep moving!

I'm gonna mix my daddy's strawberries in this Swedish concoction called yoghurt.

- How am I doin'? - You're good.

Hell of a thing, huh?

No one else is gonna die, Ben.

Keep those hands vertical.

At least he keeps me warm at night.

I remember my granddaddy sittin' on the porch talkin' about huntin' Indians,

What do we call a tank?

Now, Saipan is Japanese soil, and there's 30,000 of 'em dug in.

- You're not hearing me. - I'm hearing you just fine.

Getting on my uniform.

What are you talking about?

Dear Joe, we got great news today.

Target reference... dog one...

Relay the damn coordinates!

Course you were, Joe. You're a damn good fuckin' marine.

TBY hasn't got the range of the TBX.

Didn't think so.

Way to go, marine.

You've done well as a marine, Corporal.

- They're firing too short! - The Japs gotta be way ahead of us.

I mean, she picked them out and all.

- Stay low! - Nellie? Pappas?

Damn it! We got a unit under fire!

Colonel. Can I help you, sir?

So where the hell they got us now?

- Fuck it. I'm out. - Yeah. I'm gonna go write the missus.

It happens when you're not watching my lips, Joe.

We thought the day would never come.

May as well join me, huh?

Not many bodies of water in Arizona.

How much of this crap do you have anyway?

It's rice wine. It's Jap sake. But it does the trick.

Goddamn you, Joe Enders!

My whole family's been in the Corps.