Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Nigga you better getcha hands off me, Derrty Ain't no niggas round here ya heard me, Woadie
Company, halt!
...except by you.
You're Shaw, aren't you?
I've submitted your name to be commissioned colonel...
Oh, look at this. Bonnie Prince Charlie.
-Who are these ragamuffin? -Contrabands, right out of the fields.
He's mute.
Sergeant major.
Get down!
Well, what we gonna do about it?
I don't have to listen to this.
Hey, you barefoot men, come on out here!
You should have seen me the morning we left NY for Florida earlier this year.
All you good colored boys, go ahead and sign up.
"When? When, O Lord, is it gonna be our time?"
...every tongue is relaxed and every ivory tooth is visible.
Charge!
Said the lady over there give him biscuits and gravy.
Develop! Recover!
Yes, indeed.
Thank you.
Attention, company!
I understand you were at Antietam.
Shoes, sir.
Forward, march.
...that the Confederate Congress has issued a proclamation.
-Where you from, field hand? -South Carolina.
You Ain’t Nothing but a Smart Mouth Dumb Ass Bitch Ass Swamp Running Chicken Eating Poot Butt Pussyfooting Nigga! Thinking Yo Ass is Superman or Some Shit!, Yo Ass Gon Die Out Here Playing That Tough Shit!
...you will be paid $10 a month.
I am sure you both pray, as I do...
You! Yes, you. What's your name? I'm putting you up on charges.
Suck in that gut.
I said, get up.
You half-wit black bastard.
Trip. Come on.
-Where's the chloroform? -Stop!
Is it true they cut your balls off at birth?
I owe them as much as they've given.
What you gonna do? Cry?
Tear it up! Tear it up!
Who?
He's around here somewhere.
Just as soon as I can write the orders.
Come on! Show us a little dance, will you, boys?
And we all covered up in it too. I mean, ain't nobody clean.
Yes, Robert?
Certainly, colonel.
-Amen. -Amen.
Fourier, Emerson, all the transcendentalists.
Stripes on a nigger.
But I feel that only a letter directly from you to Lincoln himself...
You're looking at a higher rank, corporal.
Then I am your first volunteer
Here's another pair. One pair per customer.
Sergeant Rawlins has recommended that you receive a commendation.
...without proper shoes because you think it's funny?
-Colonel Shaw? -Excuse me.
Still want that blue suit, nigger?
-Ready! -Ready!
Jupiter Sharts, sir. What it about, that book?
The governor is proposing to raise a regiment of Negro soldiers.
And I have no fear. Amen.
Let's clear her out!
Come on!
Thank you. Major.
What you gonna do about it?
Trump Haters I dare you!
Merry Christmas, Thomas.
Run, you Rebs!
Hey!
This is all I see
Ante up and kick in like men. Like men!
Wanting to say something, sir, but I....
Get ready. Get ready.
Here's a pair there. One pair of shoes here.
Well, all right. You hear that, boys?
Report to the rear as stretcher bearers.
But valuable to your operations here, do you say?
Ain't that so?
Contraband regiment is his brainchild.
One! One!
Cease-fire! Recover!
Try as I may, I don't know these men.