Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ideally, I'd prefer a different scenario.
On your feet!
While I appreciate...
That is my name.
I can't get it to work.
And you got covered in its blood.
Rita Vrataski.
- Where is the safety? - Exactly.
Stop! Wait! Wait a second!
Isn't that an officer's uniform?
Oh, man!
Wait.
Have I got something on my face?
How many fingers am I holding up behind my back?
...they have steadily advanced...
I have what you had.
Stand by to deploy!
Look out!
It's all right to be scared.
After five years...
On my mark! Stand by to deploy!
Rita, what is this?
Move.
- Think about it. - What difference does it make?
...that I can't rationally explain...
I know the general.
About all of us.
- What do warriors do? - Kill!
I can't talk to you.
With my boot heel, Maggot
Good news is there's hope for you, private.
I can't get it to work. Not with the equipment I have.
No, Sarge!
I'll see you in the next life.
What?
Those sure ain't officer cufflinks.
The one place where all men truly sh...
On the beach. Tomorrow.
Unh!
Wait there...
I mean, Griff can't even walk. We're three men down.
Visions of what?
You're not hooked in.
...10 feet from the door. Psych ward, dissection, remember?
Okay. So, what's the current plan?
You'll be fine. You just needed blood.
I'm inside now. It's flooded.
Engage.
That ship will never fly.
I thought you could see the future.
...with my boot heel!
Cage!
It doesn't work.
We need it now!
We do not know exactly what this signifies.
One minute!
Private Cage. And you must be J Squad.
The world expects only one thing that we will win.
Seeing what we could salvage.
You have a hole in your chest.
Thank God, we made it!
I'm sure they're around here somewhere.
We were allowed to win.
And you had these visions?
Go!
Thank you.
...the confidence, general...
But you see, this time, it can remember what's going to happen...
No. Cage.
Crack of my...
Is he shitting me?
Drop!
...without fear.
You'll even see where it is.
Behind you!
You tell me your middle name.
- No one else will. - No one else will.
- Yes? - Yes.
Robinson.
She typed up those orders for you to authorize.
- What are you gonna do? - Kill!
You might call that notion ironic.
Never asked. Don't care.
Let's go!
Imagine an army of Rita Vrataskis.
It's a slaughterhouse!
You ship for the coast in one hour. Your camera crew is standing by.
That you're a coward and a liar, putting your life above theirs.
Rita.
Neither one of us is getting out of here.
You have to take over!
You're gonna make them eat those cards.
Stay back. Move away. Move away.
...private.
I can't believe you found coffee.
It's not an offer, major. It's an order.
This is gonna work.
There's a shirt over there. It should be your size.
Again.
...bastard.
I've asked not to be disturbed. This had better be critical.