Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Satellite power cells have been located.
You'll have a separate bed, a separate head.
- What's your name, pancake? - Flea! I mean, Montgomery, sir!
Pain is your friend, your ally!
Or, actually, its official non-policy.
Boy, that was stupid.
Hey.
Sing it!
Group one: Newberry,
Royce, we're the same age. We entered the Navy the same month.
Do I really need another 12 weeks?
Forward, double time! Hut!
Hi, O'Neil. I would've paid money to have been there.
- What about the tampons? - Hey, hey, hey.
This is merely an informal inquiry.
I'd like to think you were prepared for anything.
You can be home curled up in bed...
Please, Lieutenant, have a seat.
and just tell whoever's listening that we're coming home.
Dick, Jane and Spot.
These six have failed the O course.
under fire.
Instructor Pyro.
Launch base will need that much time to key their gear.
I now turn you over to my Command Master Chief...
he didn't tell me shit.
Should I practice bleeding too? Would that make me a better soldier?
Well done, Lieutenant.
Hurah
Negative on secondary rendezvous.
That is all.
Your C.R.T.'s are the closest unit with the right capabilities.
Bravo Six.
Yeah, well, they may let him back,
Not playing down to the abilities of your superior officer, are you?
Third box.
You know,
I'll never live this one down.
You received an automatic 30-second deduction...
Ain't really none of my business, but I say leave the bastard.
It's a simple question, Lieutenant.
I have to pick the test cases.
- Oh, Jesus. - Aaaah!
Pick 'em up! Put 'em down!
I strongly suggest you spend it in your racks...
They'll wanna keep moving seaward, sir, yet find a spot...
Oh, fuck. Oh, God.
Sounds like Chief's running a little late.
you gather up as much intel as possible within the allotted time frame...
Let's go.
Does it work, Lieutenant?
I guess I don't.
I'm thinking about redoing the place.
You were party to this report. Am I right?
When I see the sea once more, will the sea have seen or not seen me?
Get the hell out of here!
Bravo Six, this is Avalanche.
Then get the fuck outta here! Get out!
Joe. Yeah. We need a couple more.
I'll do what I have to do, but it's my call.
is what makes this such an effective interrogation technique.
Yeah, something like that. Exactly like that.
- May not? - Yes.
Mark!
Carrabbas
- Hoo-yah! - Hoo-yah!
I guess you've heard.
- Back up, guys. Back up. - That's all right,
Get that up!
He's a big boy. You're gonna have to take him from behind.
N... N... No. You can't stay here.
Come on.
- Move out! - Suck my dick! Suck my dick!
He didn't tell me shit.
Won't last one week, huh?
That's a quarter fat, man. I mean, think about that.
- Welcome aboard. - Thank you, Master Chief.
Trust me. Welcome to S.E.R.E.
Which one of us is wearing more ribbons?
Move it, move it, move it!
Quit now.
Hey, there. Hi.
Carb 15. Military designator: M4.
Are you ready, Lieutenant?
Keep comin', baby. Keep comin'.
What it feels like every time I start nights having already been up a whole day...
Make that nine now.
Grab your sacks! Get in line now! Move!
and all to myself.
- Over. - Copy that, Scorpion Leader.
All right, corpsmen, they're gonna live. Get the hell out of there.
If you're injured, we'll get you off the island and get you medical attention.
You think they want a horse trade?
or sick bay.
I don't get it.
- He's got ya. I'm taking him. - No.
If they want you out, man, they'll find a way.
These are supposed to be discreet test cases.
'Course, you ain't ever gonna see your crew again.
I say again, 0-2-6-7-5-2.