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I'm gonna need something a little more to go on
(ALL LAUGHING) (APPLAUSE)
(GRUNTS)
You will tell us Cobra's endgame,
Flint, stay put.
Head to the door! Go, go, go!
and broke the sacred bond that exists between
Zandar.
Ain't always about me.
Storm will be the closest man to him.
I'll cyber-blast an encoded beacon every six hours.
We have control of the perimeter.
This really is Patton's gun, isn't it?
No one here dies unless I say so!
Not of me. Of you.
We're going home.
That is not gonna count.
- Reach H.Q.? - No, I got nothing.
inside and out. He can help us find a way to stop it.
Just right around the corner.
SHIPWRECK: Rendered safe and ready for transport, sir.
Not the first time I sent two girls screaming from a room.
So let's not waste the time I got left.
The sensation that you're feeling, your upside-down tummy?
Get me the G.I. Joes.
and started using "I mean" and "sort of."
Cruel. Indestructible.
All right. Easy, Flipper.
ZARTAN: Storm. I never figured you for a Joe.
Together.
Ready and
and Zartan, remain at large.
Yeah, that'll work.
ROADBLOCK: I've got him.
ZARTAN: I don't take no for an answer.
The ruthless terrorist known as Cobra Commander,
(GROANS)
NARRATOR: Since the end of the nanomite wars,
Call me Joe.
Everyone keep your eye on the prize.
Huh?
I'll need him for the war I'm about to start.
No. No, I don't think so.
Top of the world
(SOLDIER GRUNTS)
I'm the quicker blower-upper, baby.
- Welcome back. - Thank you.
No problem. There you go.
FLINT: Courtyard clear. No sign of him.
who believed it.
a covert Special Forces unit code named Cobra
Distinguished Marksmen.
(COCKING GUN)
I repeat, immediate air support!
Or the man into whose arms you were chased.
- Anything I missed? - No.
Four knots? Left to right.
- "You love my panties"? - Are you gonna shut up?
(GRUNTING)
An ancient Arashikage test.
Warden James. It's a pleasure.
In another five, you're gonna wake up with no idea I ever existed.
which paralyses every muscle in the body
Private Gaines, if you see Flint, shoot him.
It would be my pleasure, sir.
Standing by for I.D.
You pulled a trigger. Now I pull a trigger.
(GROANING)
(COUGHING)
Oh, the three of you are like my fantasy football team.
Brother Block, as always,
(HORN HONKS) (SHOUTS)
Desperately wanted a fourth, and
Reporting for duty, Sergeant Major.
If any Joes did survive,
Naanu gulbarga nimdu yavudu Namdu jevargi
(WHISTLING TUNE)
(GRUNTS)
That one's mine.
ROADBLOCK: And our President?
(BEEPING RAPIDLY)
You're a bitch to hit.
(SPEAKING HINDI)
The President.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
than most people do all day.
A finger strays...
Drop it!
Great job.
(SCREAMING)
(GROANING)
Hello?
Now this incident