Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Pull it and let's make tracks!
It's your life, Carl. What do you think you should do?
- That's always such a big hassle. - I promise you, we'll get the money when we get back.
His file was specifically chosen by General Fred White, the surgeon general of the air force.
in a world full of dragons.
Oh, man!
And I, for one, do not wish to fight. We are not soldiers.
Oh, well.
It eats through the soles of your shoes.
If I scare people, it gives me room.
Hey, muchacho. Why you shoot at Malavida?
You make a big mistake with me, idiota.
and most people will do whatever you want.
If you could prove that, I'd sure appreciate it...
Unidentified aircraft behind 607 heading.
Then I traced these people to L.A...
- It's Friday already? I must have slept like a brick. - You really did, B.A.
Murdock, I didn't mean to trouble you.
- We'll talk about it later. - We're at the Princess Hotel.
Come on.
Miss Amy Allen, may I present Bosco Baracus. B.A.
Miguel, the film commissioner, is reading the script. Get him out there beating the bushes.
I know. I know. Qué submarine?
The cleaning fluid salesman.
- Lynch is coming. - Murdock!
Now, Mr Lee said...
I got one more shot and I'm through. Now watch this.
Be firm. Don't let her run your life.
Listen. Just help me here. Stay with me, boobie. At least I'm not asking you for a lousy cannon.
I'm on vacation.
I'll give it straight.
I guess they're not fooled by that scowl you're always wearing.
Told you you wouldn't get me this time, sucker! No, sirree.
- How you doing? - I ain't stopping for no autographs.
We're gonna escape. Gimme your hat.
My guess is you don't know what's going on here anyway.
He also has one of the worst conduct records in the army.
Get them! Don't let them get away!
Wonderful sense of humour, huh?
Good afternoon. Lieutenant Blackmore to check out Captain Murdock for psychiatric reevaluation.
I have influence. I have the computer at the paper for research stuff.
B.A. and I'll load the bus. You go with Howling Mad. Now, drop the stuff in the field at noon.
Come closer. I can't see ya.
He hit B.A.'s pad two hours ago with six M.P.s.
I call for a vote. All of those who would drive this bandit out of our town, raise their hands.
You got it.
you telling that fathead about journalistic responsibility.
Let's turn around and give him a big wave.
All that "bueno, mi compadres'"junk. Since I got here, nothing but complaints and arguments. So I guess that's it.
He's afraid to fly. Kind of silly, isn't it?
Head of the film commission is Miguel Perez. So we're doing the sexy, dumb, blond movie.
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Lighten up, fellas. You gotta do these things with style.
You're the backup. I'll go in and tip the joint over.
Good enough. Murdock and I will handle the film commission.
Women and people of high birth are very trustworthy.
Mr Lee said he would call and give me advance warning.
trying to learn how to do column manoeuvres without running over your hat.
Who's there, Murdock?
Here we are. There they are.
- What? - Let's get this poor heart attack victim off the plane. Murdock, bring your headset.