Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke
You don't know what you're doing!
Major, were you recently promoted past me?
You know, you're still under arrest, captain.
I never keep it loaded.
Kelly, come in! What happened?
you're going to be fine. OK?
I'm not in the mood.
Three or four miles.
This is a bad idea.
Are you OK?
that he's on empty, but he's just setting Foreman up.
When the money's in place, I'll shut down that puppy.
We lost them on radar. Anybody still holding?
That's where they're headed. They're going over.
Air speed .7 Mach 3001, 400 feet.
Fuck!
- We're leaving, now! - Yes, sir!
That's where the punch is coming from.
Damn. I'm totally screwed now.
Two.
Where else can you fly a $2 billion plane...
low-level gamma and x-ray diffusion...
Come on. Come on.
And then in the eighth round, he comes.
it is an operation. It's a military operation,
OK... you can come.
Yeah. Ain't it cool?
Go, Max.
Hold still. All right?
from now until the end of the world,
OK? All right?
Yadda yadda yadda. "
- Now take this. - It's yours.
I pissed him off.
Lots. I got a broker in Stockholm...
Sir! Please turn around!
We're 10 minutes behind.
- The one in front has the nukes. - How do you know?
And if I push this button...
It's your last move, buddy.
My former commander is trying to steal them.
Aw, fuck!
Salt Lake is northwest of here.
Sir... I meant, how much would they be worth to us?
"Aviation Week" has been following...
They shut it down a couple years ago.
Mr. Pritchett, would you mind stepping outside?
Shepherd! Any trouble with the train crew?
- 61s? - Big ones. 83s.
I left a few trees behind. I'll try to do better next time.
- How's your head? - All right. I'll be fine.
And that changes things remarkably...
...$250 million by 1400, Utah time.
Clyde, this is Terry. Do you read me?
You watch your needles there, chief.
I put these boys together because they are motivated...
How does that gunship fit into your grand strategy?
What a Mongolian clusterfuck.
Colonel Wilkins, this is Airman Kelly, sir!
Captain Hale. I seriously doubt that he's alive.
Don't step on that! There. On that black stuff.
So you stay here and uncouple the car.
Care for a Coke or something?
- She saw a pilot come down. - Really?
How does that sound?
Your brain presses against your skull,
Come on. Just push "enter," and it's done.
Poor George has got nothing left.
I thought you said Hale wouldn't be a problem.
Yeah, Ain't it cool.
He beat him with a rope-a-dope. Don't you remember?