Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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