Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Where's your sex-crazed Russian?
-You no-good fucking side shitter. -...six, five, four...
-(BILLIE GASPS) -I never went back.
Just, uh...
but I look as if I should be. (SCREECHES) Matt!
Oh, is this about the fact that everybody on Earth hates you?
You've gotta... shit out of the back of the ship.
(GRUNTING)
If you push on the left, if you push on the left...
-Yeah. -Yeah. Um...
Is it 40 or four for the launch?
RYAN: (YELLING) Right! No, no, no! What do you think--
HERMAN JUDD: How 'bout this tough guy captain, huh?
I'm telling you the number. Oh-oh-oh-five.
-and the void and so on. -Oh. Okay.
MIA: You have an anger problem.
we need something from outside.
JUDD: (AUTOMATED VOICE) Jettison commencing. Fifty-five, 54...
God, for the last time,
-...thirty-nine... -...fifty-eight...
SPIKE MARTIN: No, they did.
How are we supposed to jettison all this stuff now?
-Good complexion. -Seriously?
We are all going back to Earth.
Oh my god. You know what?
That's short for automatic lock.
-Oh my god. -She gets it now.
I shall press that in due course.
Hey. Did somebody order the medieval feast?
JORDAN: So, I was due to be in a new TV drama.
Mom, you're sweet.
Some people threw themselves out the airlock.
You can, with the most basic horse harness.
Do you think that maybe you should tell her a joke?
MATT SPENCER: (RECORDED VOICE) Goodbye, Sarah.
-Get your talentless ass outta here. -No, no!
-No. -That's it. I miss that guy.
I wonder which will go first, the mind or the body?
"If you want a tight ten minutes, mate,
-You could do that. -Can you, though?
All right? No one else sits that seat.