Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Poison.
I may be gone for a couple of days.
Come on, you guys. I can help you with lots of stuff. I have the paper.
Get the luggage, kid.
- We're with the movie company. - Pardon me, sir?
No park here!
Stitch 'em, Murdock. I'm goin' around back.
and we're gonna see if Avon and Jo Bob gonna be able to cut us a calf here.
He's got medication in the luggage. Bring the luggage!
All right, look, I have a 3:30...
Get the others out, B.A.
How many people you tell about me?
He's not faking. Mr Murdock has paranoid anxiety delusions and intermittent memory loss.
You and I, maybe we make a deal.
Colonel Lynch, it looks like they're headed towards the airport.
They all come down to rescue you.
Where's the Aquamaniac going?
- Did I mention Murdock? - Murdock?
She did, but I had a line put in. You know, what a hassle.
He's right. Our fathers would spit on us.
Senor, you make the big mistake with me.
What's this?
Lied? Me?
You came up a little short, honey. Twenty-five thousand won't keep us in jet fuel.
- Yeah, but won't we shoot off the prop? - Nah.
No, wait!
- Mexico. He wants to go to Mexico. - okay.
- I don't think we're gonna get wet today. - Get that hunk of junk movin'!
Sounds like somebody who belongs on a unit called the A-Team.
Those guys aren't the army. They're guerrillas.
Oh, yeah, yeah. There's one guy in here...
You will see that I am a poor country man...
Not bad. Who else?
First you're orphaned by your parents, and then by your country.
I know. 'Cause I come from a place where the rats are big as alley cats.
Three-inch metal plating? None of these things were in the script that I read.
You can't walk away. You just can't.
Hannibal wanted me to tell you we're headed to Acapulco.
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- You got the leaflets? - Yeah.
"Tip the joint over"? Very macho, but is it smart?
I love it when a pipeline comes together
- Let's go. - Terrific.
Get down. Get down!
sitting on top of ol' Topper...
And it'll bring him to us. Make him play on our field.
That creep!
He hates it.
They're both out of L.A.X...
woman and people of low birth...
The paper eats 20 grand in expenses. And Massey doesn't file a word.
Many peoples know A-Team.
Here.
- These things take time. - Okay, Miguel, you want it straight?
Ah, Lynch. Excuse us, but we have to take this plane. We're going back to the U.S. of A.
operation, right?
I'm not gonna waste any more of this paper's money on that lost cause.
I think I’ll get out for a minute
Are you all right?
It doesn't take much to cause him trouble. He keeps tripping over his I.Q
And the general will be calling me at 5:00.
- I get this? How come? - Control the air, you win the war.