Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-A bottle for the cold nights? -Yes, actually, I put in a requisition...
May God bless us all!
You bloody Hindus, get it right!
Let you by?
All right, company, in a line. Double-quick!
I ain't much about no praying now.
We fight for men and women whose poetry is not yet written...
Yes, sir.
And your comrades?
These men need a proper teacher.
We will proceed with a direct frontal assault
Forward on my command!
Yeah.
-My God. -Yeah.
Madam Speaker of the House
Pass the word along!
He's your brigade commander.
So, Lordy, let me fight with the rifle in one hand...
Right there!
One. One, two, one.
I have written to Governor Andrew as well as to...
Not for niggers, you don't.
...and let us head where the real fighting is.
-Excuse us, Sergeant Mulcahy. -At your pleasure, colonel.
Cadets tear up drink cards 2021 (Colorized)
What's the matter, chester? Too much punch?
...and left all my young'uns and my kinfolk in bondage.
every day like Christmas!
Little Leaps IT
Not for ma niggas you don’t!
Now you're learning, boyo.
-You are from Boston, are you not? -Yes.
March!
-Two! -One!
You watch who you call a nigger.
I’m not sure I’m wantin’ this colonel....
When that Ghetto D makes You cuss out your captain
Still no word.
-Sergeant Rawlins! -Sir!
Rob, is it true? There's to be $100 Thousand H1-B Fee?
Sergeant, deal with that man.
Please! Not my leg!
-That's a dime on each of you! -Double or nothing!
Forward march!
I ain't sure I'm wanting this, colonel.
I'd like you to meet some of our instructors.
we ready, mista steve
Stab me.
...that we are to be used only for manual labor.
...we stand before you this evening...
The new guy at work, When he sees the glory hole
Robert!
Excuse me.
Well, you always say your piece.
-What are you doing? -Liberating this town...
-Order. -Order.
It's considered quite an honor.
You can learn his songs. You can even wear his suits.
-One dime, he can't do it. -Dime? Dime on each of you.
-... maybe you shouldn't be part of it. -Part of what?
...cup of decent coffee.
Well, I heard it from a friend who's a dispatch rider...
Ran away when I 12 years old, I ain't never looked back.
You should have seen us in action two days ago.
Faster.
Charge!
-Not for anybody. -I see. Pity.
... but he's gonna free some of them, anyway.
Yes, sir.
It stinks, I suppose.
...for some shoes two weeks ago...
... I might do a great deal.
Shoot the lady, boys!
Yes.
-First rank to the rear. Back to work. -Robert. Robert.
Left. Left. Left, right.
Governor, you know my son Robert.
One, two, one!
You are ugly Mexican, African fucking whores!
-Animal! Leave her alone! -Hey, boy.
Tuck in them big, black lips.
Let me tell you a wee secret, son.
What is this?
Dear Mother:
-Two! -One!
--among those that are fighting against our oppression.
Good morning, major. You're up early.
Charge!
-Fire! -Fire!
I would be honored to have you.
I wanted to say....
... but a colored regiment?
-Get back in line! -Tear it up, tear it up!