I want to welcome our newest four-star general,
Mark Naird,
formerly number two at the Air Force.
Thank you. It has always been my dream
to command a service branch.
Our nation's Internet runs through
our vulnerable space satellites.
POTUS wants complete space dominance.
To that end, the president is creating a new branch:
Space Force.
Which Mark will run.
What?
This is a great adventure we are embarking on today.
There will be setbacks, but greatness
was never won without sacrifice.
He is blowing it, just like you thought.
Yeah, it is a complete shit-show.
My dry cleaner.
Yeah, they lost my dress whites.
Space should be a zone of wonder,
not of conflict and death.
As a scientist, you have a loyalty to reason.
Makes you a little untrustworthy.
How much was that prototype?
-Four. -Million?
Middle schools.
Cost as much as four new middle schools.
Fuck.
-Are you running? -No. Keep up.
Your attitude seems to be,
"Give us money and don't look, while we militarize space."
-You are running. -Keep up.
Hey, bud. What are you doing?
Got suspended. Gave a teacher the finger.
His blood pressure's spiking.
Brad, no interruptions for five minutes.
Aruba, Jamaica Ooh, I wanna take ya
Bermuda, Bahama Come on, pretty mama
Bodies in the sand
Tropical drinks Melting in your hand
We'll be falling in love
To the rhythm Of a steel-drum band
Down in Kokomo
Fifty years ago,
our country put a man on the Moon.
Guess what, kids. We're going back.