Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Clutch him like he's your valentine. - I got him.
Tijuana. You've told this story, Kowalski.
Okay.
Is that a lullaby you're singing?
Okay.
So, doc, now that you work for NASA, how do you like us?
You have beautiful blue eyes.
We'll keep you posted on any developments.
Houston, this is Explorer, copy.
I'm ready.
Will commence search for survivors.
Come on, Matt, talk to me.
But still, it's a matter of what you do now.
- And I crashed it every time. - Do you wanna go back or stay here?
Do you copy?
Medical now have you with a temperature drop to 35.9...
Matt, this is Ryan, copy.
Okay, okay. Here, here! I'm here!
It's a bit of a hike...
- All right. - We've lost Houston.
...we could sure use a rescue mission.
Aningaaq. Mayday.
I have brown eyes.
No, it's the International Space Station.
Please proceed.
I'm on it.
How did you get here?
That's right, that's right. Come on, come on.
Aningaaq.
Ryan!
...are catastrophic.
Reminds me of a story, Houston. Aah!
Especially Engineering.
...or I burn up in the next 10 minutes.
Fuck!
I'm not gonna make it. I'm slowing you down.
Agh.
One.
Huh? No? All right.
You just hold on, and I'm gonna start pulling you in.
- Dr. Stone requesting faster transport. - We have to go. We have to go, go, go!
...13 degrees.
Okay.
I'm gonna make it.
Engineering admits that you warned us that this could happen.
I am off structure and I am drifting. Do you copy?
Okay. Okay, I remember this. I remember this.
Congratulations. Kick back, take the rest of the day off.
Well, my eyes are brown.
Did you find the vodka?
...we are 3 meters off the Earth.
The sunrise.
What do I do?
He appears to be doing some form of the Macarena.
Please.
It's getting hot in here. Okay. All right.
Nobody ever taught me how.
Nobody will mourn for me, no one will pray for my soul.
Dr. Stone, Houston.
All right. Okay.