Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[suits whirring]

Welcome to a day of multiple challenges

[snort inhale] All right!

It was a damn good paper. They don't just hand out A-plusses.

Seems they found a chink in your poly-blend suit of armor.

♪ Let the Midnight Special Shine a light on me ♪

Mr. Scientist, which one is more comfortable?

[laughing] I bet you are.

[man] Man down. Walk his combat suit back to base.

Arms... like noodles.

Tony. Yo, do you mind?

some of those painful childhood memories of basketball in school.

Uh, how do-- Okay.

I refuse to be ashamed that I enjoy a bright, shiny pair of shoes!

-[balloon pops] -There you go!

Shake hands. We'll see each other on the battlefield.

Locked and loaded.

Phew. Boy, it's a hot one today.

Come on, you got this, man. Make me proud!

Come on! Get up, spacemen! Show some heart!

The British be like:

Take off-- Ah. God.

-It's a skirmish. -[men] Skirmish.

So shiny I can see up your skirt.

[Kick] Move out, boys! Move! Move! Move!

Remind me to never put myself in a situation where I need your help.

they are making me referee today's Space Flag

-Oh, really? -[Mark] Get him, Staff Sergeant!

for perhaps it could be his last.

I couldn't do one before.

A title as meaningless as war itself.

That is the moon.

The harder you pump, the more air will be in the chamber,

Da-da-da-da-da.