Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, no! He's gone! It's too late, Doc!
Ten years ago, a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court...
- Okay. - Who are these guys, man?
- Why push it? - Because maybe the rest of us aren't as easy to please as you are, Collins.
You're all measured for body bags.
They're not magicians. They're only as good as their G-2.
These guys know exactly what kind of a game they're playing. What we gotta do...
Stark just contacted the last of the others. He made the call from a phone booth on the street.
Collins, you take that ridge up there, the one we used last time. Donny, that slope over there.
Uh, no, you see, there is no dog.
Murdock? Why do we need that crazy fool? We ain't flyin'.
We just got into this to make a couple of extra bucks. All right?
Really. I wanna thank you guys, Miss Allen...
Sounds like you haven't been takin' care of yourself.
If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them...
- You're good. - And you guys are finished.
It's either that or the death penalty, Stark. And I've already passed that.
- Yes? - Is Captain Stark there?
Ah. We're throwing in make-up, film, incidentals. Call it $3,680.
If I could just get your John Hancock, huh, Sergeant?
throwing my schedule around... told me I had to get down here this morning...
You're gonna charge us. So, uh, why don't you just spray that thing or something?
Got 'em by the ring toss. They're heading over toward the merry-go-round.
maybe you can hire... the A-Team.
anything you say can and will be used against you."