Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Phew. Boy, it's a hot one today.

The harder you pump, the more air will be in the chamber,

for perhaps it could be his last.

Come on, you got this, man. Make me proud!

Tony. Yo, do you mind?

Mr. Scientist, which one is more comfortable?

[man] Man down. Walk his combat suit back to base.

So shiny I can see up your skirt.

Seems they found a chink in your poly-blend suit of armor.

-Oh, really? -[Mark] Get him, Staff Sergeant!

It was a damn good paper. They don't just hand out A-plusses.

Take off-- Ah. God.

-[balloon pops] -There you go!

Shake hands. We'll see each other on the battlefield.

That is the moon.

Remind me to never put myself in a situation where I need your help.

[laughing] I bet you are.

♪ Let the Midnight Special Shine a light on me ♪

[suits whirring]

A title as meaningless as war itself.

Come on! Get up, spacemen! Show some heart!

Welcome to a day of multiple challenges

[snort inhale] All right!

-It's a skirmish. -[men] Skirmish.

Uh, how do-- Okay.

I refuse to be ashamed that I enjoy a bright, shiny pair of shoes!

they are making me referee today's Space Flag

I couldn't do one before.

Da-da-da-da-da.

Locked and loaded.

Arms... like noodles.

The British be like:

[Kick] Move out, boys! Move! Move! Move!

some of those painful childhood memories of basketball in school.