Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

before the air is released from your suit,

you decided that if you can't win, you're not gonna play.

Right now is when you decide to have a backbone? Let's go!

Kali Maa shakti de!

Ah. Here he is.

Go, spaceman. Go, spaceman.

Don't know why I did that.

Command-shift-6.

Excuses are like assholes, Naird.

Oh. [laughs] No.

Hello, General.

-Chosen with great care and tact. -Shh.

-But the military's ritual slaughter-- -It's the one--

Mallory! Mallory!

[Tony] General Naird sits, sips his coffee,

while I finish this, Sergeant? That's an order.

[Obie] Sir, that's a line, sir!

testing you in all areas of space fighting readiness,

-Fire! -[guns firing]

You're still an ass!

Each spaceman will be issued a cuticle scissor set!

So in war games, that makes you my aide-de-camp.

Man, we about to get BB'd up.

pretending to have a tummy ache

Uh, don't worry.

So the game of mental chess has begun.

who were just trying to express their sexual desires?

I... do hope you wish you live long enough--

-Impressive. -Thank you.

"It's gonna be hot."

[balloons popping]

That goes for all of you.

[Mallory] Ow! Right on the ankle.

Here to observe the exoskeletons?

We are training for the worst-case scenario,

Kiki Rhodes, sir.

You're a motherfucking math genius, Vandeveld!

[sighs] Don't corner me into saying something offensive, please!

That's my fault.

[BBs ricocheting]

"Sass." Mm-hmm.

Why Erin is not being nice to Yuri?

How's it going, General?

[airman] "C," let's go!

but the best-case scenario is colonizing the galaxy.

I hope I live long enough to read that.

Permission to nap while the pants walk us back, sir?

-[low mutters] -Wait, wait, wait, wait.

so he doesn't get picked last for basketball!

-That's amazing. -I don't-- [gasps]

-Oh, my God. -Oh.