Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Martin James, he's...
Whoo!
- What are in these tanks? - Acetylene and oxygen.
- Get the coffee and we'll get out of here, okay? - Okay!
Boy, you know, you really fill out that tunic.
The guys in the brown robes are the soldiers.
B.A., hide in that ditch. Come on!
Yeah!
You know if you make him ugly, that'll mess up our meal ticket.
We do the Lord's work. If you're here to taunt us, please don't.
- You got any weapons? - Nothing.
- Is this gonna work? - I don't know. I've never done it before.
They will perish!
I rest not until my work is done.
Well, well, well.
You sing it loudly.
it's knowing that you're risking everything...
- Did it for the jazz. - The jazz?
In the name of our Lord...
- Are you sure you're all right? You really should be lying down, you know. - Mm-hmm.
for he who hath cut out the sickness of the beast...
a thousand feet up without a net.
- Keep your head down! - Hannibal knocked out his cap!
I used to dream, and now I've stopped.
armed with the sword of our saviour...
and head right out of here fast.
Count three before you follow me. B.A., you got the rear.
Well, like I said, I've got no phone.
Hey, Face, those blood capsules work great!
and given 500 paces...
He's all mine, Kemosabe.