Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jinx, in order to excel in war,
(PANTING)
FLINT: Protocol says we make a distress call, right?
I'm not too impressed with your Cabinet.
All right! I got eyes on the nuke!
(LAUGHS) Bam!
(CHUCKLING) No confirmation hearings, that's what you get.
We can mask our IP addresses.
(EXHALES)
SHIPWRECK: Runway secure. DUKE: Let's mount up!
Just got out of poker. Poorer but wiser.
the President of the United States as he meets with...
(WHOOPS)
ROADBLOCK: Get to cover, now!
Hmm?
PRESIDENT: ...an addiction to offshore energy,
controls the U.S. nuclear arsenal
Everybody wants to rule the world.
(SHOUTING)
for a nuclear summit.
And I'd do it again.
(LAUGHING)
JAYE: Jaye and General Colton. Checkpoint neutralised.
They're perfectly awake. They're conscious,
(LAUGHS) Twice a week.
It's very Johnny Cash.
it's our turn.
But I've always thought about what you might look like.
I'm on it, sir.
Good, sir.
Did you know that during REM sleep,
But I only broke into one.
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
by the same sword you once used to kill our master.
but I've always been a fan.
but I never get bored.
Quarter speed, remote controlled.
Gravity does the rest.
(GROANS)
to the Clapper.
ROADBLOCK: Move. Let's go.
Call your people to confirm.
Test her abilities.
Girls with guns.
the leaders of the world's eight nuclear nations
Long-range transportation and wheels down at 1900 hours.
(MAN SHOUTING)
- It gets broken. - It gets broken.
With pleasure.
Three.
MAN: Joe Command to covert operations.
- Hey, Jaye! - Yo!
That's why you look so "fair and balanced."
Welcome to hell.
FLINT: Just marking our territory, sir.
FLINT: Are you sure we can trust this Stoop guy?
You need a hand with your bags?
into international territory.
We can't let our enemies get those warheads first.
JOE 1: All teams, rally to transpo, immediately.
call sign
(BEEPING)
Heavy enemy fire! I need you to bring them up the line. Bring them up the line.
See his fingers clasped?
Set up at the rec centre.
and our brothers.
Yeah, requesting assistance, brother Block!
Home is where the help is.
Now.
(GROANS)
(SCOFFS)
Transport crews are prepping the L.Z. for evac at 0200 hours.
That's not what he meant!
Dude, completely inappropriate.
Charlie.
(COCKS GUN)
FLINT: That was a nice touch, right?
Jaye, start that database on our President.
Till one winter,
It's all relative.
If my dad could see me now...
Which allows me
RUSSIAN LEADER: I'll say it again.
Wait and see. (SIGHS)
What's that supposed to mean?
(GUN FIRING)
"dear Lord, don't let me die tonight."