Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'll see you in the next life.
I can't believe you found coffee.
Have I got something on my face?
And you had these visions?
Neither one of us is getting out of here.
On my mark! Stand by to deploy!
...bastard.
Rita Vrataski.
It's not an offer, major. It's an order.
Good news is there's hope for you, private.
- No one else will. - No one else will.
I'm inside now. It's flooded.
On your feet!
You'll be fine. You just needed blood.
You might call that notion ironic.
And you got covered in its blood.
Okay. So, what's the current plan?
There's a shirt over there. It should be your size.
- Where is the safety? - Exactly.
It's a slaughterhouse!
Thank you.
I've asked not to be disturbed. This had better be critical.
Stop! Wait! Wait a second!
Go!
No. Cage.
Thank God, we made it!
That you're a coward and a liar, putting your life above theirs.
Private Cage. And you must be J Squad.
Wait there...
Look out!
...private.
Behind you!
You ship for the coast in one hour. Your camera crew is standing by.
Seeing what we could salvage.
With my boot heel, Maggot
Rita, what is this?
About all of us.
This is gonna work.
...with my boot heel!
You're not hooked in.
Crack of my...
Unh!
We were allowed to win.
Stand by to deploy!
Robinson.
Is he shitting me?
- What are you gonna do? - Kill!
Drop!
On the beach. Tomorrow.
Isn't that an officer's uniform?
We do not know exactly what this signifies.
No, Sarge!
You have a hole in your chest.
I mean, Griff can't even walk. We're three men down.
It doesn't work.
...the confidence, general...
- Yes? - Yes.
After five years...
The one place where all men truly sh...
We need it now!
Oh, man!
I have what you had.
...that I can't rationally explain...
The world expects only one thing that we will win.
Rita.
Wait.
I know the general.
Again.
I can't get it to work.
Visions of what?
She typed up those orders for you to authorize.
That ship will never fly.
...10 feet from the door. Psych ward, dissection, remember?
How many fingers am I holding up behind my back?
That is my name.
While I appreciate...
...they have steadily advanced...
- What do warriors do? - Kill!
...without fear.
I can't get it to work. Not with the equipment I have.
Engage.
Those sure ain't officer cufflinks.
- Think about it. - What difference does it make?
But you see, this time, it can remember what's going to happen...
You tell me your middle name.
You're gonna make them eat those cards.
You have to take over!
Imagine an army of Rita Vrataskis.
What?
You'll even see where it is.
Stay back. Move away. Move away.
Cage!
I thought you could see the future.
It's all right to be scared.
Ideally, I'd prefer a different scenario.
I'm sure they're around here somewhere.
Let's go!
Never asked. Don't care.
Move.
One minute!
I can't talk to you.