Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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