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Peace and tranquility.

- Push it out! Push it out! - It's moving!

- He's the boss, isn't he? - Yeah.

Yeah. I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw one of those giants.

It's practically too warm for a fire.

We've lost control!

Or do you wanna save your own miserable neck?

Minor earthquake, value 3.2.

Then we must've been at this end, away from the sun.

Now where did you get an idea like that? Hmm?

Take over the scope.

Outside temperature 98 degrees below zero...

- Shh. Listen. - [ Banging Continues ]

Now go back to work and give me a few sensible conclusions.

Close or not, it sure is messing up my reception.

Will, stand in the hatch and hand me what I need.

- Boy, that hit the spot. - Oh, good.

We have no choice. We must cut to the left.

Come on, Penny. Don't just sit there. We've gotta help put up a shelter.

- Satisfied? - Yeah.

You should know better than to have the radio on during a storm, Will.

Well, control something!

[ Thunder Continues ]

we'd have felt that quake no matter how far we'd gone.

Reception? Is that what you call a sound and fury which signifies nothing?

- [ Beeping Continues ] - Hopelessly wrecked somewhere, no doubt.

Whatever happened to the Renaissance man?

Well, you can forget those orders now.

In precisely 1 hour, 12 minutes and 58 seconds.

[ Thunder Rumbling ]

Well, good riddance.

No. I'm not about to fall asleep.

- Are we ready? - We're ready.

Outside temperature now...

Outside temperature...

Why that-- That's a sea of solid ice.

is to supply all data pertinent to this particular field.

Oh, look! His tape replay circuits were on.