Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Invade Primo and find the ejection coordinates for Lieutenant Wade.
Okay, because I was really wondering how you manage...
The country is Myanmar. The city is Rangoon.
Why is that?
It's okay.
Nine, eight...
And what do you do? You leave flowers?
Operator to squadron.
I got your goddamn plane built...
Oh, God. I am coming in fast.
Reasons; Collateral, both at primary...
From 5000 feet to 2000.
- Permission to speak freely, sir. - Permission denied.
Well, you're on fire, warplane, and you don't have much time.
One to UCA V, confirm observation status only.
So that is the appeal.
I'll take care of everything here. Change course...
- You think it keeps you safe? - Yeah. He's here...
I want it back in one piece. You understand?
As opposed to being up there.
I killed all those people.
My neural network shows patterns I do not recognize.
UCAV, your position is always on my starboard side.
You are one big study break.
You didn't cheat, did you?
"Learn this, but don't learn that."
Lieutenant, the best thing for the Navy...
And then there was Henry.
- Tim, yeah. - He's been reassigned.
Let me see it, let me see it.
Come on, Control, we have our targets.
- I'm here to make it happen, sir. - All right.
Just do what he says.
All right. What do you want me to tell them?
- Marshfield. - Captain, this is Lieutenant Gannon.
...will have this story in less than 24 hours.
Head west. I'll cover you.
We're giving you an emergency mission redirect. Repeat.
...seven, six... - I'm punching out.
You're really making me look bad, Tin Man.
Yes, indeedy, and I congratulate you. Calls have been coming in all night.
Henry, you're too close. You're too close.
- No, I don't understand. - You don't?
Diving dead vertical at 2070 knots will increase truncheon velocity.
You're just not getting it, are you, lieutenant?
You have a beautiful country.
...to pull a rocket scientist at every port.
Hey! Whoa, whoa. Hey!
Really got whacked tonight, right? Like a hair dryer in a bathtub.
Primo says he's just firewalled his transponder...
Proceed to primary.
I got my orders now, playboy.
Commence attack.
Talon 2 to Operator.
Come on.
Big deal. I know a guy's BMW, does exactly the same thing.
Look, this is a technical delay, not a national-security crisis.
- The personal touch. Nice. - Yeah, thanks.
Port fuel line ruptured. Fire bottle expended.
...and exercise attack abort authority.
This is 3. Talk to me about that roof.
I tried for it not to. Navy's got rules about it...
Six-three seconds to primary and counting.
Knock it off, wiseass.
This ought to do you.
She's a poster girl, you know?
There's no record of Lieutenant Wade returning to the Abraham Lincoln.