Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Air Force airmen whooping] 
On my signal!
[beeping]
No, I usually scream into the darkness until my voice gives out.
Non-- Press! Press! 
We're going to eat your guts, Nerd,
from a man who's worn the same
This is my guy, Clarke Luffinch.
Pump your weapons!
and wipe our asses with your skin.
For only the dead have seen the end of war.
The science portion of Space Flag has concluded.
[man shouts] Go! Move out!
Five years I was Kick's aide-de-camp at the Air Force war games.
I can do one, sir.
Makes your father so happy the way I treat you.
All right. I wasn't gonna get into any of this, but...
while they pump themselves up for Testosterone Tag.
Air Force ready?
It's not a suit. It's an ensemble.
Boom!
Congratulations, Adrian,
And I'm already kinda sleepy, sir.
-Damn, I'm down. -Yeah.
[guns firing] 
That's it, Space Force, cover and run.
Jesus Christ.
Ah!
[typing, beeping] 
You know how bitches love the gunshot wounds.
Reserve. Called it.
Yes, spaceman, duct tape will save you.
[on radio] ♪ Let the Midnight Special Shine a light on me ♪
My God, I even picked you first.
Oh, I can just see it now.
No, no, no, no, no. Do not-- Do not--
Oh, he would love nothing better than to see me fall flat on my face.
Okay. The Air Force has selected the Raytheon exoskeleton,
You sing, too?
The acoustics in there are unreal.
[Mallory] Ski memories, in my case.