Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Nigger, you ain't nothing but the white man's dog.
I'd be happy to teach you. It would be my pleasure.
As many of you gentlemen may be aware...
How many are left?
Marching is probably all they'll ever get to do, Robert.
SHOVE THAT SHIT UP YA ASS
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove
Truth They’re too dumb to understand…
Oh, my God!
Who do you think you are, acting the high-up colonel?
If this man should fall...
Good afternoon, colonel.
That blue suit tho....(crying)
The men's good humor darkened by idleness and despair.
Forward, march!
And it wouldn't be nothing but Rebs dying, if they let the 54th in it.
Promise me.
They'll never learn.
...will one day restore this Union.
Shaw!
I've got the guard. Let me use your looking glass.
Attention!
Battalion, halt!
You'll fall out when I say and not before. Do you understand?
-Load it! Load it! -Quickly, men!
Yes. Most of them.
Never shoot it. Shoot now?
Look around you. You really think anybody's gonna put these boys...
That if I should die at the muzzle of the rifle...
Double-quick time!
The men need shoes, colonel.
If you don't mind, I'd prefer a space with more sufficient reading light.
Are we really gonna get to fight this time?
And you would not know from the sound of it that this is an Army camp.
-With Jesus. With us. -That's right.
I'm a colonel, nasty little cuss.
I have some letters here.
You know, he ain't never been to no West Point...
What you looking at, biscuit eaters?
-Listen-- -Hold it!
-Teach me? -Yes, I'd be happy to.
They give them $13, only gonna give us but ten? You gonna go for that?
More, even.
Now, you'll obey and you'll like it.
-Yeah, the blue suit. -Yeah.
They're turning tail!
Arms!
-Reload! -Fire!
Nasty little cuss!
Very good, sir.
Of course they deserted. So would I.
Thank you, governor. That's-- It's a wonderful idea.
Finally.
Robert.
Hired a group of New Englanders...
Here they come!
Tear it up, tear it up, tear it up
-Hello. -Cabot.
-Reload! -Reload! Load!
Well, that's all right.
When?
Come on, men, forward!
But you ain't never gonna be nothing to him...
Welcome home, boy.
Take cover!
...it gives them great energy.
Don't you?
Good. Very good.
Edward Pierce, special assignment from Harper's Weekly.
Sinful yelling at Henry for not shooting civilians in Paris