Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, the endgame has always been for us to invade San Marcos, so...
- grab that one. - Private Me,
- Well, it's a girl! - Aw!
- do nothing. - Said the clone of Adolf Hitler.
Gosh, I don't know. What am I supposed to do with a canister of nerve gas?
officially over. And I've seen coups from Angola to Zanzibar, and this is how it ends:
- Knock, knock. - Who's there? - Shit, I-I had
- tipped with deadly nerve gas is technically exciting. - Yeah, right?
- Hey. Hi! Do you people hear that? - After the air strike
- Oh, and, uh, I quit. - Wha... Why? - Because you lying to me
- sit-rep. - Down where? - There, down there, at
Well, she couldn't have it in the house. Long story.
- Wait. What?! - Well, not ate ate. - Well, no, but by
Well, it's just a matter of time before it does, with those idiots working on it!
You said you've seen cooze.
- See? What'd I tell you! - I thought it was
- No, uh-uh. That is now CIA property. - Ooh, and won't that
- handled if the CIA had kept its fat nose out! - And yet here we are,