Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let me see what's going on.
How long do you think it'll take you?
You have to let me go.
Now, to clear you from the jets, I'm gonna give you a little push.
It's a simulator, that's what it's designed for.
I know, we're all gonna die. Everybody knows that.
Can't beat the view.
As Houston recalls, she, uh, took off in your '74 GTO.
...are the sole survivors of the STS-157.
I don't know.
Okay.
Ryan, let go.
Let's get out of here.
Houston. Houston, in the blind.
What?
- They're calling from Earth. - Ha-ha-ha!
Pizza Alcohol Movie ! Houston, do you copy?
...that Mama found her red shoe?
Not yet. I wasn't kidding about those fumes.
...on just what Mission Specialist Shariff is doing up there?
All right, the way I see it...
- I'm not gonna ask you again. - One second.
Our radars detect you on a reentry trajectory.
Yes.
So you have to sip, not gulp.
Thank you, Kowalski.
Give my compliments to Engineering.
Dr. Stone, Medical is asking if you want to return to Explorer.
Please expand.
- No. - The ropes are too loose.
Houston. This is Dr. Ryan Stone.
Matt...
Will you say a prayer for me?
Your status. Give me your readings.
Okay, let me tell you a story.
Houston, do you copy?
Okay, landing. All right.
Shenzhou, in the blind...
Oh, you're a clever son of a bitch, Matt.
Oh, no. I'm coming to get you.
Uh...
Grab him!
- All right. Nearly there. - Copy. Please hurry.
You need to focus. Anything, use the sun and the Earth, give me coordinates.
...and the engine module.
You're losing altitude, Tiangong.
You see that dot in the distance?
No.
Hubble telescope engaged. Upgrade fully functional.
If you factor in our current orbit...
Unstrap. Look, we need to get the hell out of here.