Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know how bitches love the gunshot wounds.
[man shouts] Go! Move out!
[on radio] ♪ Let the Midnight Special Shine a light on me ♪
Makes your father so happy the way I treat you.
Oh, he would love nothing better than to see me fall flat on my face.
The acoustics in there are unreal.
[Air Force airmen whooping] 
All right. I wasn't gonna get into any of this, but...
[guns firing] 
Yes, spaceman, duct tape will save you.
No, no, no, no, no. Do not-- Do not--
My God, I even picked you first.
Jesus Christ.
from a man who's worn the same
We're going to eat your guts, Nerd,
You sing, too?
For only the dead have seen the end of war.
The science portion of Space Flag has concluded.
On my signal!
Five years I was Kick's aide-de-camp at the Air Force war games.
while they pump themselves up for Testosterone Tag.
[Mallory] Ski memories, in my case.
No, I usually scream into the darkness until my voice gives out.
Reserve. Called it.
That's it, Space Force, cover and run.
Okay. The Air Force has selected the Raytheon exoskeleton,
Oh, I can just see it now.
and wipe our asses with your skin.
It's not a suit. It's an ensemble.
Boom!
-Damn, I'm down. -Yeah.
[beeping]
This is my guy, Clarke Luffinch.
Pump your weapons!
And I'm already kinda sleepy, sir.
[typing, beeping] 
I can do one, sir.
Congratulations, Adrian,
Air Force ready?
Ah!
Non-- Press! Press!