Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't get us into trouble.
Open the door.
Here. That's your name.
[unsettling music swells]
that the devil…
We scanned the whole horizon.
Start up the engines.
[tense percussive music plays]
[glitchy audio burst]
It's potassium bromide.
Of course I haven't. They don't exist.
I won't stand by and let Satan win.
Get in there!
I mean it.
It's either that or die out here.
No. No, no, no. What are you doing?
[all murmur in shock]
I think the company wanted us to sink it
[clamoring in distance]
[bell rings]
a message over telegraph.
There'll be supply units here soon.
[man] Hey! You four!
[Iben] Where's the boy?
In your room, now. Hurry up!
We just want the kid.
Hey!