Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Major.
-We haven't had a single incident. -See?
We
You're not reading your books now. Go on, go on, get over there.
-Oh, there ain't no cause for that, sir. -What's that, sergeant?
Well, you won't get anything if we lose.
You really think you can keep 700 Union soldiers...
…must learn to obey!
we don't have a kathryn. well kathryn had her hair up in a loopy thing didn't she? yes so like up and around and there's your kathryn.
It's a collection of essays actually.
Excuse me.
For God's sakes, men, you march like a bunch of crippled old goats!
I'm hiking a company over to the Georgia coast in the morning.
How grand it is to meet the men from all the states, east and west...
Look like we going the wrong way.
-Go on, boy. -Go ahead. Go ahead, Sharts.
If you ain't careful, that's all you ever gonna be.
As ever, your son, Robert.
Teach them properly Senior
A million and one.
Where you going, boy?
I'll be fine over here.
Left.
March!
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
-Give them hell, 54th! -Give them hell, 54th!
-Robert. -Thomas.
Step right up, make your mark. Get your slave wages.
If there are any niggers around here, it's you.
You understand, I'm sure.
You just gotta know how to control them.
Fire!
I mean, you, you get to go on back to Boston, big house and all that.
Robert, they're already as good as the Seventh ever was.
Shaw!
Firing by battalion!
Go strum a banjo, boy.
Change the colors, sergeant major.
This year, every day like Christmas.
Charming. Extraordinary conversationalists, every one.
Thrust! Develop! Recover!
Thomas, listen to me. You're shot. You have to go back.
Yeah!
-Teach me? -Yes, I'd be happy to.
Three square a day, a roof over their heads.
Left. Left. Left, right.
Now you're learning, boyo.
I’m a division Chief, nasty little cuss.
"12186."
Don't look at me! Look straight ahead! Look straight ahead!
One! One!
... requests the honor of leading the attack on Fort Wagner.
-...to say thank you. -Thank the Lord.
Fall in. Quiet in the ranks.
Yes, sir.
Men, get down over there! Get down!
But I am afraid I shall show that I am not of much account.
But I don't have to wait for all that, do I?
Yo Peanut Pickle Head Ass Better Watch Who You Call a Nigga! Call Me a Nigga One More Time and See If I Don’t Knock You Flat on Yo Ass!
Company, halt!
-What is all this? -You haven't heard?
I wanted to say (pauses for inordinate amount of time)...
There's strength of heart.
A good man can fire three aimed shots in a minute.
Glory hallelujah.
That's you.
As you were.
I'm afraid that kind of item has to be reserved...
Right face!
That would not have been necessary if that Secesh woman hadn't started it.
Shoulder!
Why not?
Ain't much matter what happens tomorrow...
-It's my pleasure, Colonel Shaw. -Pleasure.
-Thank you, sir. -Lincoln's idea.
... I understand.
...which is different from ours.
Guard! Thrust!
Enlisted men wishing to speak to their commanding officer...
Dummies and field hands. Ain't that a bitch?
Dear Father, I need your help.