Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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