Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Huh. Well, now there's no signal at all. Wow!
Edie. Yes, shut up.
...so you only have yourselves to blame.
What? No, you can't, you--
Uh, there was a ton of booze on the helicopter. Exactly, was.
Time and tide, they wait for no man.
Shut up. What's pathetic is your plan.
What did you say it was?
Wait, yeah, that clearly says "safe."
Well, apparently they bought a bunch of nerve gas missiles...
Let's go over the legends again. Lana'?
Uh, with me.
Scarlet Letter O'Whora.
So my question...
But pods three through six are still watertight.
And I think I speak for everybody--
Get Murphy alone, get him at gunpoint, and make him disarm the missiles.
Pod three, four, five, six, flooded.
They're going to say that I've gone insane, heh, that I've lost my mind.
This is DSV. I'm skippering.
--Venture. Again? Seriously?
What were you gonna say?
Come on. Yeah, that's not ideal.