Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Maybe you could be more...
[Air Force scientists softly cheering] 
[buzzes]
[softly] Go, go!
and keep on tickin'.
-Oh, there we go. Okay. Phones. -[clicks]
Don't you do it, Naird!
Because there's no air on the moon, sir?
What are you talking about?
Wait, wait, laying down?
Oh, God.
Come on, spaceman.
Ah. That's why we've got duct tape.
No!
[suits whirring, powering down]
All that matters is lunar combat.
Is this footage in slo-mo?
Texting.
If I may, Bert, I'm concerned about
So, first things first. The pre-brief.
Bitches don't like to be called bitches anymore.
My father was a diplomat.
Jesus.
It's just that...
Very progressive, Naird.
So why don't you go ahead and walk in front of me
[Mark sighs] 
Move out!
It's just physics.
after I called her a bitch.
[Bert] Space Force is down to two.
-[pen clicks]  -Maiden name, please.
May I be excused?
Whereas my style is a brave expression of my fearless personality.
You hate the whole idea of war games, Space Flag.
If your suit is popped, just go limp,