Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...I believe they should bow down before me.
Thank you, captain.
Anyway, one day she comes home with this Chihuahua, right?
No lightning strike, no Russia, no existential chitchat.
Talon 3, there's a SAM site on the west wall. We got birds in the air.
Thailand maybe.
Battle damage assessment, 100 over 100.
...three miles north of the Scud launchers.
No, no, no, that's not the mistake you made.
I am designed to destroy the enemy. Just like you.
- North Korea. ...16...
Ready. Hut!
- Lieutenant Purcell. - Honored to meet you, sir.
We got a nuclear crisis on our hands, Ben. Here's the brief.
Come on, get in there! Go!
I'm from America. Look, I fly jets. You like to go fast?
This is our chance. We may never catch these bastards together again.
...and we're giving them the opportunity to shoot it down.
Tell them to arm those FAEs, and I mean right now.
- I'm a research scientist. - Orbit. Finally, a break.
...something called "Caviar Sweep." You know it?
Not on any map, but believe me, it's there.
This is 3 to 1. I got your back...
But that still leaves Gannon, George.
The Russians have picked up the activity and are getting nervous.
Wow. Beautiful.
And like me, you got orders. Now your orders are to return to base.
I think little brother is messing with us.
- Negative, 1. - Negative, 1.
Don't move! Don't move! Don't move!
...and you're gonna spend the rest of your life in a military prison.
Yeah. "Mean."
Talon 3, airborne.
So we'll take three. Drop the top on mine, personalized license plate.
I believe there is one left, and don't lose your dignity.
Weapon down.
Look, Ben...
She took out their communications and exposed their SAM sites...
- Ray. Listen to me, Ray. - Listen to me, George.
National Command Authority's duly impressed.
It's open.
...are about to meet in 24 minutes.
Repeat, we are upgrading the file.
Homing beacon?
Negative, 3. I did not get this far by being in the 73rd percentile.
- Hold on! Stop! Stop. - Stay low, stay low! Pull low!
...and authorizing the assassination of one of your own pilots.
Release velocity attained.
Did Cummings tell you he would take charge...
...13, 12...
That was EDI's neural network.
Really?
...five, four...
- Two out of the four are women? No. - Hey, you never know.
Weapon down. Weapon down. Weapon down.
"Waffle" for 15 points. I'm kicking your ass, buddy.
Taking damage. Starboard engine losing power.
Sensors detect mammals warming. Maybe 1000 medium weights.
- We need to take out the tree line. - This is the last missile.
I got his missile inventory. He's got two Throat-rippers...
Talon 3, state your intentions.
Tetanus booster, some antibiotics. Hey, don't mind the gun.
Allow me to introduce the future of digital warfare. Tim?
And two is a prime number...
I'm also gonna be expanding your squadron.
And one day, its survivability is going to fly right off the charts.
One moment for Dr. Orbit, please.
...I got a dead pilot and another one who may not make it back to base.
Yo, this is 3. Did he say, "other targets"?
Once you teach something to learn, you can't put limits on it.
You rush a weapons system into service...
Going hypersonic.
There's ménage à trois. Don't forget that one.
We've got no diplomatic relations with that country.
You will fly with EDI, or the next thing you drive might just have a propeller.