Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

to pick up this piece of trash.
Uh, that's supposed to be some sort of macho pass, and now I'm supposed to blush, right?
Don't anybody move a muscle! Don't even think about it!
Would you believe they've been looking for them two yahoos since the end of the Vietnam War?
We gotta get him some blood.
Really? Okay, I'll move 'em myself.
Did I get mad? No. These things happen.
Murdock, do you think you could fire this crane up?
Hey, hey, hey, I am a pilot!
You see, we're throwin' this little party. Y'all are invited.
Well, near as I figure, in about an hour from now, we're gonna have our hands full.
Well, listen. Military Intelligence said we best keep our eye on that white-haired fellow.
Now, here's the deal.
I'm gonna come over there and shut it myself!
- Did you get 'em yet? - No. They must still be out of range.
Search him, Mo.
Faceman messed up. That's why I got shot.
You could even room with me at the V.A. I'll have them bring in an extra bunk...
These things happen, man.
No, it ain't. Mine is special. Once upon a time, I didn't have a dime.
AB negative is a very rare blood type. We'll be lucky if we can come up with a pint of it.
- Hannibal always comes through. - Murdock'll be here right away.
Nope. Hannibal's not the one under the gun.
Amy'll get him out of the hospital for us. Can I use your phone, Doc?
We'll let you out and help you with the bikers, and you forget you ever saw us.
- No way, man. He's nuts. - No, he isn't, B.A. Not really.
maybe you can hire... the A-Team.
Face, get over to the van. Get on the radio.
- Gonna get you for this, Face! - What are you talking about?
It's not gonna make you crazy, B.A. It's just gonna make you mellow.
- Here you go, kid. - Well, I'll take my chances, Houdini.
We will eat that pig for lunch.
- I'm a police officer. - Sheriff, if I were you, I would not debate technicalities.
A-Team in need, do you read?
- Over there. Side by side. - How did you get outta there?
- You'll have to stay with the forward echelon. - I understand, sir.