Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

but the best-case scenario is colonizing the galaxy.

[BBs ricocheting]

Kali Maa shakti de!

Don't know why I did that.

So in war games, that makes you my aide-de-camp.

so he doesn't get picked last for basketball!

pretending to have a tummy ache

We are training for the worst-case scenario,

Each spaceman will be issued a cuticle scissor set!

who were just trying to express their sexual desires?

[sighs] Don't corner me into saying something offensive, please!

Man, we about to get BB'd up.

Ah. Here he is.

Kiki Rhodes, sir.

You're still an ass!

Why Erin is not being nice to Yuri?

-Fire! -[guns firing]

Command-shift-6.

"Sass." Mm-hmm.

you decided that if you can't win, you're not gonna play.

testing you in all areas of space fighting readiness,

"It's gonna be hot."

-Chosen with great care and tact. -Shh.

Right now is when you decide to have a backbone? Let's go!

-Impressive. -Thank you.

[airman] "C," let's go!

Go, spaceman. Go, spaceman.

-That's amazing. -I don't-- [gasps]

[Obie] Sir, that's a line, sir!

before the air is released from your suit,

Oh. [laughs] No.

How's it going, General?

Hello, General.

-Oh, my God. -Oh.

You're a motherfucking math genius, Vandeveld!

Uh, don't worry.

That goes for all of you.

-But the military's ritual slaughter-- -It's the one--

That's my fault.

I... do hope you wish you live long enough--

Permission to nap while the pants walk us back, sir?

while I finish this, Sergeant? That's an order.

So the game of mental chess has begun.

[Tony] General Naird sits, sips his coffee,

Here to observe the exoskeletons?

[balloons popping]

Excuses are like assholes, Naird.

[Mallory] Ow! Right on the ankle.

Mallory! Mallory!

-[low mutters] -Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I hope I live long enough to read that.