Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Distinguished Marksmen.
You will tell us Cobra's endgame,
SHIPWRECK: Rendered safe and ready for transport, sir.
(GRUNTS)
I repeat, immediate air support!
Four knots? Left to right.
In another five, you're gonna wake up with no idea I ever existed.
I'll cyber-blast an encoded beacon every six hours.
This really is Patton's gun, isn't it?
A finger strays...
Brother Block, as always,
I'm the quicker blower-upper, baby.
(HORN HONKS) (SHOUTS)
Great job.
Oh, the three of you are like my fantasy football team.
So let's not waste the time I got left.
Not of me. Of you.
Warden James. It's a pleasure.
(SPEAKING HINDI)
Everyone keep your eye on the prize.
Ready and
than most people do all day.
(GROANS)
ZARTAN: I don't take no for an answer.
You're a bitch to hit.
(GROANING)
You pulled a trigger. Now I pull a trigger.
That is not gonna count.
I'll need him for the war I'm about to start.
No. No, I don't think so.
(COCKING GUN)
Reporting for duty, Sergeant Major.
Call me Joe.
Drop it!
- "You love my panties"? - Are you gonna shut up?
Or the man into whose arms you were chased.
If any Joes did survive,
I'm gonna need something a little more to go on
No problem. There you go.
That one's mine.
No one here dies unless I say so!
NARRATOR: Since the end of the nanomite wars,
It would be my pleasure, sir.
a covert Special Forces unit code named Cobra
Hello?
- Welcome back. - Thank you.
Head to the door! Go, go, go!
(GRUNTING)
FLINT: Courtyard clear. No sign of him.
(COUGHING)
Top of the world
Together.
- Reach H.Q.? - No, I got nothing.
We're going home.
Yeah, that'll work.
All right. Easy, Flipper.
- Anything I missed? - No.
(ALL LAUGHING) (APPLAUSE)
Zandar.
(GROANING)
Now this incident
(WHISTLING TUNE)
Huh?
ZARTAN: Storm. I never figured you for a Joe.
(SOLDIER GRUNTS)
The President.
(GRUNTS)
Ain't always about me.
The ruthless terrorist known as Cobra Commander,
and started using "I mean" and "sort of."
An ancient Arashikage test.
Standing by for I.D.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(SCREAMING)
ROADBLOCK: I've got him.
Naanu gulbarga nimdu yavudu Namdu jevargi
Flint, stay put.
Private Gaines, if you see Flint, shoot him.
We have control of the perimeter.
Just right around the corner.
The sensation that you're feeling, your upside-down tummy?
and broke the sacred bond that exists between
ROADBLOCK: And our President?
which paralyses every muscle in the body
Get me the G.I. Joes.
who believed it.
and Zartan, remain at large.
inside and out. He can help us find a way to stop it.
Not the first time I sent two girls screaming from a room.
Cruel. Indestructible.
Storm will be the closest man to him.
Desperately wanted a fourth, and
(BEEPING RAPIDLY)