Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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