Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

you lose, they win.
An earthquake measuring 9.6 on the Richter scale
Malloy.
Hey, Hershe, how you doin'?
- Come on, Snake. - Swear to God, Eddie.
Her emergency escape pod landed somewhere in LA.
Your gun.
Shame he only has one.
Wait, Mr President. Be patient.
To the President, my father...
What's it do?
Don't tell me you didn't enjoy this just a little bit.
- It's so good to see you. - Where is Plissken?!
Who are you?
Thought you'd try that, hotshot. The first clip is loaded with blanks.
Nice and easy now.
The mission's scrubbed, Commander.
If you elect this option,
Yes, I know.
That brings all the satellites on line.
Shut-down, two minutes, 27 seconds.
The Cubans and Brazilians will invade Miami.
Irritated with me? Cuervo, I'm taking care of you, understand?
Get ready to jump.
In the late 20th century,
Suddenly they made it a crime.
Snake Plissken, right here in the flesh.
Easy, Snake. I see him, too. We're OK. Come on.
Maybe.
Wait? For how long? He's probably dead.
That looks like Snake Plissken.
Yeah. We want it back.
Which one of you assholes gets to die trying to stick me?
at Firebase Seven, the deportation centre for Los Angeles island.
Time for a spanking.
He sees our aircraft, he pushes that button... kaboom!
Give me that gun!
100 bucks says you can't put three blades into him.
Hold on, honey...
My boyfriend and I broke up tonight, so...
I'm going to my quarters!
The shape it's in, two and a half hours minimum.
Head for the tree line and disappear.
I can do nothing with this one. Wheel it away.
Get the girl and the box, and get out.
Looks like it belongs to Utopia's lover-boy now.
He's targeting Lynchburg. That'll shut down the capital.
Acid rain.
The President's daughter, Utopia, was among them.
Whoa!
You got a smoke?
Oh, I forgot. You don't give a shit.
It's just an aftershock. We get them all the time.
I'll give you a deal. 50,000 bucks. That's a real bargain!
No!