Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't wanna die in this shithole.

Nellie. Take the satchel charge.

Hey! You hear me?

- I... State your full name... - I, Ben Yahzee...

They told us to hold the position! And that's what we're gonna do!

- Bill! - I'm out.

I know. Gets you thinkin'.

They're gonna fight for every square inch,

Sounds nice. What about you, Zee?

Marked improvement.

I know what kind of slanty-eyed savage you are, boy.

they told me I was a soldier of Christ.

We're gonna be the eyes and the ears.

- Yahzee. - Let him go.

Now, somebody wearing a lot more stripes than you

Command don't want postmarks going to the reservation.

About gettin' paid three dollars per Comanche ear.

Ben. You know, you've never called me that before.

Thanks. Thanks a bunch.

- Well, there sure as shit ain't any here. - Ain't that the truth.

I wasn't alone in that, sir. I couldn't have done it without Private Ben Yahzee.

Victor, Victor. This is X-ray. Over.

What, Injun poker? Hey, how do you boys do that again?

Card on the head, only fool can't see it is you.

You must've seen me showering with my war bonnet.

Elevation zero-five-zero.

It's... amazing.

You're OK. You're good, you're good.

You men on the Solomons were lost to a broken code.

Yahzee teachin' college boys about Custer's scalpin' at Little Bighorn.

I'm gonna get my fuckin' balls blown off out here!

8th's caught out in the open. We gotta call in the flyboys.

Goddamn it! I can't do it!

Add 325, fire for effect!

- What the hell are you doin' there? - I'm goin' with him.

Set up defense positions.

Well, we ain't got much else to do out here. What the hell?