Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

In the spirit of the new future of our Great Nations,
Colonel would like to know location of radar in E-class, B-24.
What are you doing, wop?
First, she makes the dough out of very fine flour.
Come on, Louie.
Look me in the eye.
- Zamp? - Yeah, yeah?
Now these things,
Yes, I do.
Gotta feather it.
Yeah.
You know it.
Everybody brace.
Oh, God.
American like you.
You must live through the night.
Officer.
nobody make a gnocci like her
Hit me!
Hey!
Yes, that's Zamperini overtaking Norway's Rolf Hansen.
The Baron's been beaten, Tinker.
Oh, boy!
We cannot have disease in the barracks.
I leave Omori tomorrow.
Our father, which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.
Go on.
Not one bit.
On three. Two. Three.
Pillsbury?
Harder!
Damn flak.
Prisoners of Naoetsu...
Gehringer.
You are?
4:12. Getting close.
Come on!
Are you all right?
So you think there's some kind of a grand plan?
You will. All right? You think about home. Okay?
Little lemon,
Phil?
Stay down. Dumb Dago.
Gear is down.
It is necessary to have respect.
You and your greasy wop family.
Okay.
Roger.
Tinker, you're up top.
This is just like sitting in a living room trying to fly the house.
Next!
Maybe, Mac.
Hair, hair, hair!
Next!
This is how the Japanese eat fish.
We've invaded the Marshall Islands.