Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm good.
That was good.
Move him back.
Now let's get these bastards. Scan your sectors.
- See it. - By the window.
Just in case the Russians come we have to have a big tank battle.
Cheers.
This one is from the U.N. building.
Bolt cutters.
Yeah. No-no. I don't. I'm kidding.
Please, don't leave me.
It's combat, buddy.
Eight hundred seventy-three, sir.
At your six o'clock
Three for twelve.
Ask for a change in technique and protocol,
This box is full of stuff that almost killed me.
- Get your eyes on the road, Eldridge. - Copy that.
Besides, I like the sunshine.
That's what I'm here for, baby.
On three. Ready?
Yeah, man. It's like soccer player. Now give me my ball.
Want a cigarette?
Roger that. That's real funny.
That's a good one.
Good to go.
Look. It'd be a lot easier for me to disarm this
Move on. Thank you.
Get back. Get down.
Hey, burn him, Eldridge. Burn him!
Looks like frag scars.
Anything you want, you get.
All right.
Specialist, bring up the Humvee.
Aren't you glad the Army has all these tanks parked here?
New releases. Look.
- You got contact? - Who was it? What's going on?
- Not for you. - No, okay.
I'll be all right.
What's the best way to... go about disarming one of these things?
- On the ground. - I have a weapon.
- Morning, boys. - Sir.
Stay back. Sanborn, keep 'em back.
Fuck!
Fuck.
Listen.
Okay-
Let's get all this ordinance outta here.
Owen.
Advance, advance...
- Sanborn, I got the suit. Just go. - James!
Put your gun down now!
You'll never get in if you did that.
I know when I'm ready, and I ain't ready for that yet, I know that.
Sorry.
Someone's here to see you.
Take cover,
Man down. Man down.
- Make him put it down! - Put down the phone!
outside the blast radius to sit back and watch us clean up their mess.
- What do you got? - Get off me, you mother fucker.
One. Two. Three.
Really. Fuck you.
I got it.
- Hey, Owen. - Yeah?
He's moving. He's moving. To the building.