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Defector in hand. En route to pickup. Come on.

ROADBLOCK: A Joe flag.

Lieutenant Lady Jaye, requesting immediate aid.

He's got smooth cheeks. He's got no facial hair.

I'm sorry, ma'am, you're...

He's got 1,000 tells.

Sir, launch controls are nearly up. The director was running behind.

We have a Joe on the premises.

Knuckles, again? Really?

Still all 10 fingers?

COBRA COMMANDER: Soon the world will cower in the face of Zeus.

(SIGHS) It was a good day, actually.

What you're proposing is treason.

ZARTAN: My fellow world leaders,

- Undignified. (LAUGHING) - Yeah, that, too.

STOOP: You're taking that P9OX serious, huh?

but Pakistan remains an ally.

I said stand down!

And a sovereign nation.

I want you to pine.

Yeah? And what was your big plan, then, huh?

What is it you want?

I'll hunt 'em to ground.

If any Joes have survived...

The same button that begins this can end it.

I grew 8 inches and gained 60 pounds.

"Conrad Hauser. Duke."

The Prez was taking his crazy pills again.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I am not with you.

But don't relax, boys, still put holes in you.

Snake Eyes speaks.

Snake, how's all that sound?

Not only for the peace we seek to achieve,

with the President's Chief of Staff.

They'll find you out, Zartan.

You know in victory, we should be gentlemen.

MAN: All satellites have begun load for final countdown.

(IMITATING BARKING) (BOTH SCREAMING)

Oh, yeah, I brought back the interns.

Zeus satellites 4 and 7 in position.

But he didn't act alone.

Ninety seconds.

There are rumours of a new attack by our enemies.

The G.I. Joes are no more.

- What are you doing? - Let's go. We're out of here.

Now, I'm not gonna call our Commander-in-Chief old.

in the affairs of foreign nations.

you looking after my little girls.

Each of you will clear out his nuclear closet immediately.

as Roadblock leads the ground team.

I brought you some news.

where we 're forced to be kind of embroiled

Where's the serum? Quickly!

Between August 9th and August 19th,

Do you deny that your envy and hatred drove you to shed

(GIRLS SCREAMING)

Avenue K, Georgetown. 9:00 p.m.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING ON PA)

- Ray? - Yes, sir.

Well, you're not exactly my first-round draft pick,

SVD Dragunovs and Type 50s.

I'm a very big fan. I love the black.

And if you win?

Now, to direct a rod to its target, we don't launch it or fire it.

(STORM SHADOW GROANING)

There can be no winners!

I punched a guy so hard he couldn't move his arm to tap out.

DUKE: Approaching target. Ten-hut! Make ready!

A warrior of great skill and anger.

You have to take your next promotion.

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