Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Cheers to that. - Cheers.
Sir, there's a thin line between insubordination and...
You don't think I consider the consequences...
I don't know, trials before it's ever put in a combat situation again.
He tells me he's religious about that, yes.
It's just some fictional war game thought up by scientists...
Relaying coordinates now on Talon secure line Alpha.
Mach 1.
Backup electrical drive X'd out.
UCAV, you disobeyed a direct order
UCAV EDI, you have launch.
You either do what I tell you or you can crash and burn.
...with steel reinforcements.
Well, you're not hurting my feelings, Dick.
We're talking about creating intention here.
Pull starboard! Pull starboard!
Yep, 100 over 100. That's correct.
I got you covered on the west side.
...I never wanted this little experiment of yours on my ship.
So it's voice mail now, is it, Ray?
Sir. Sir, should I order a search-and-rescue unit?
Thank you, Captain Marshfield. Records are made to be broken.
Tin Man has integrated all network-centric spy satellites.
This is 2. What's the population of the collateral area?
Off for Tim, please.
We could've got the job done without sacrificing their children...
Truncheon away.
Spectacular night, huh?
- This is quantum processing, right? - Yeah, it's the first tested application.
Roger, Talon 1.
Tinman approves
Wait up. Hold on.
- Captain? - I'll get back to you.
- It's humming. - No, EDI's thinking.
There's a private corporation there, maintains a secure facility.
That's hot.
...let them use their imagination.
Nuclear dust engulfing village southeast of primary. Situation critical.
...with collateral damage.
Ten terabits a second.
...but three is sounding much luckier. Oh, shit, he's making a move.
Reassi...?
This isn't a bureaucracy, not out here.
Study break is over.
Weapon down! Weapons down!
This looks to be Alaska.
...giving false intel to your commanding officer...
I've got good news.
Yeah. Some of it.
Exoskeleton, metal-ceramic composite.
...Three's Company, Three Stooges, Three Musketeers, three-peat...
Couple of those cuts could do with a stitch.
All targets canceled.
His BP is spiking, sir.
Ben, could...?
Just so you never confuse the difference...
Maybe 500 to 1000.
Betty, my spectral sensors are indicating flammable atmospherics.
...seven, six...
Operator to Talons. Your orders are to commence attack now.
Sequenced assault will be 2, 3 and 1.
...keep me in one piece...
Operator to Talons, repeat, EDI will plant the truncheon.
Henry says it's great.
Radioactive dust is gonna rain all over the place.
- B, it's the future and it works. - I don't think it works.
You mean, you feel?
On the carrier, you'll be joined by a new wingman.
We have to get across the border. Ready?
One to UCAV, 37 seconds to primary. Come on, explain.
Have a seat.
EDI is the whole idea.
Cheers.
Or what, George?
Ain't that the truth.
Fuel-air, armed and deployed.
Missile lock, on.
It got my chute. I'm hit! I'm hit!