Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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