Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...three miles north of the Scud launchers.
Wow. Beautiful.
No lightning strike, no Russia, no existential chitchat.
Tell them to arm those FAEs, and I mean right now.
- Negative, 1. - Negative, 1.
Tetanus booster, some antibiotics. Hey, don't mind the gun.
Yo, this is 3. Did he say, "other targets"?
So we'll take three. Drop the top on mine, personalized license plate.
We got a nuclear crisis on our hands, Ben. Here's the brief.
I got his missile inventory. He's got two Throat-rippers...
There's ménage à trois. Don't forget that one.
- We need to take out the tree line. - This is the last missile.
...and you're gonna spend the rest of your life in a military prison.
Anyway, one day she comes home with this Chihuahua, right?
This is 3 to 1. I got your back...
You will fly with EDI, or the next thing you drive might just have a propeller.
You rush a weapons system into service...
Talon 3, state your intentions.
...are about to meet in 24 minutes.
Once you teach something to learn, you can't put limits on it.
Release velocity attained.
- I'm a research scientist. - Orbit. Finally, a break.
This is our chance. We may never catch these bastards together again.
...13, 12...
It's open.
But that still leaves Gannon, George.
- Ray. Listen to me, Ray. - Listen to me, George.
Allow me to introduce the future of digital warfare. Tim?
Thank you, captain.
Not on any map, but believe me, it's there.
Really?
- Lieutenant Purcell. - Honored to meet you, sir.
Yeah. "Mean."
That was EDI's neural network.
We've got no diplomatic relations with that country.
Homing beacon?
Battle damage assessment, 100 over 100.
She took out their communications and exposed their SAM sites...
- Two out of the four are women? No. - Hey, you never know.
I'm from America. Look, I fly jets. You like to go fast?
- North Korea. ...16...
Come on, get in there! Go!
Talon 3, there's a SAM site on the west wall. We got birds in the air.
...and we're giving them the opportunity to shoot it down.
Sensors detect mammals warming. Maybe 1000 medium weights.
Weapon down.
Going hypersonic.
I am designed to destroy the enemy. Just like you.
- Hold on! Stop! Stop. - Stay low, stay low! Pull low!
Thailand maybe.
I'm also gonna be expanding your squadron.
One moment for Dr. Orbit, please.
...I believe they should bow down before me.
And one day, its survivability is going to fly right off the charts.
No, no, no, that's not the mistake you made.
Taking damage. Starboard engine losing power.
Negative, 3. I did not get this far by being in the 73rd percentile.
Look, Ben...
...and authorizing the assassination of one of your own pilots.
Ready. Hut!
...something called "Caviar Sweep." You know it?
And two is a prime number...
Talon 3, airborne.
Weapon down. Weapon down. Weapon down.
Don't move! Don't move! Don't move!
I think little brother is messing with us.
...five, four...
Did Cummings tell you he would take charge...
And like me, you got orders. Now your orders are to return to base.
National Command Authority's duly impressed.
The Russians have picked up the activity and are getting nervous.
"Waffle" for 15 points. I'm kicking your ass, buddy.
Repeat, we are upgrading the file.
...I got a dead pilot and another one who may not make it back to base.
I believe there is one left, and don't lose your dignity.