Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You can't even do a burpee in that thing?

Do you have a charger?

I was top of my class in Intro to Combat Theory,

The scissors. They're tiny.

I'm gonna eat your liver!

It's for 100 points.

Crushing the spirits of your own team.

[clears throat]

The mission's over for you, but those pants fight another day.

That's yours. Okay. Okay.

The hardened general keeps his distance, unsure how to show his admiration

and the second group will remain in reserve.

Adrian, there is power in conformity!

This is the Daisy 760 Pumpmaster.

50/50 nylon-cotton twill trousers

I love that suit.

They're supposed to be shiny.

Correcting for lunar gravitation, 707.4.

Come out, come out, wherever you are!

Sorry, I thought it would make it more dramatic.

[singing in falsetto] ♪ Big girls don't cry ♪

-[man] Yes, sir. -Good!

What are you doing?

Yuri's love is like sprinkles around your ice cream heart.

-Ha. Sorry. -Which will give us the biggest edge?

consisting of mostly very green teenage recruits

Oh, absolutely.

Here they come! Spacemen!

-Guard these with your life. -Can I keep one of those scissors?

Excuses are like assholes

Oh, and Adrian, "Testosterone Tag"?

Enjoy life while you can.

Jim, I'm right here. I can hear you.

Now let's talk about tactics.

of Make Believe Assistant with No Real Power in a Fake War, I guess.

-All right. Hey. All right. -[both laugh]

Try to hit those Air Force boys on the Red Team first.

When I wanna blow off steam, I go to the tunnel under Building 5.