Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, I'm sorry. I bet you wish you didn't flip off your teacher now, huh?

I've seen you taking a bath.

No, no! This is Space Force!

Imagine lab coats telling us how to invade Iraq.

[Mallory pops mouth]

Oh, hey, I don't need to know.

That was a joke. She's joking, of course.

[Yuri] Hey, baby!

I mean, he's gotta be the nicest of all the creepy older Russian dudes

They actually make panties that don't show panty lines.

You know, since you're responsible for moving us to this hellhole

to the riches devoted to turning space into an orgy of death.

Sometimes it is, when it's a budget hearing.

Well, I could confirm that if he presented some ID.

I just hope that our monkey doesn't crack under Chinese interrogation.

I mean Space Force.

I always thought that you were a tampon.

A human being who is battling fear

if all you care about is money.

No mention of rats, mice, rodents,

Does all your authority on base transfer to me while you're gone?

Tell us about that.

[taps table twice]

With your skinny butt, you're probably gonna make more selling soft serve.

Prepare to have your mind blown.

Naird is a brute.

Oh, that is until you eat enough soft serve

And what's "Scraps"?

And why are all my pages redacted?

General Patton.