Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Maybe you could be more...
Is this footage in slo-mo?
Jesus.
So why don't you go ahead and walk in front of me
May I be excused?
My father was a diplomat.
Ah. That's why we've got duct tape.
It's just physics.
Come on, spaceman.
Don't you do it, Naird!
-Oh, there we go. Okay. Phones. -[clicks]
Because there's no air on the moon, sir?
Move out!
What are you talking about?
Wait, wait, laying down?
Whereas my style is a brave expression of my fearless personality.
If your suit is popped, just go limp,
No!
It's just that...
Oh, God.
[buzzes]
You hate the whole idea of war games, Space Flag.
[Mark sighs] 
Bitches don't like to be called bitches anymore.
and keep on tickin'.
[suits whirring, powering down]
-[pen clicks]  -Maiden name, please.
So, first things first. The pre-brief.
All that matters is lunar combat.
Very progressive, Naird.
[Air Force scientists softly cheering] 
Texting.
[Bert] Space Force is down to two.
[softly] Go, go!
If I may, Bert, I'm concerned about
after I called her a bitch.