Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(Laughs)
I hope she made it.
What about the pumps?
I can guarantee you media coverage.
Say "hi" to your new friend.
(Mechanical whirring)
close the gates and then dispose of him at our leisure.
Tube integrity has been compromised. We've got leakage and pressure loss.
- (Croaks) - (Man gasps)
You hear me? I don't mean him any harm!
please follow your guides, and they will point out
Ladies and gentlemen, Mr Philip FitzRoyce, with a capital R,
You crazy?
Bad luck.
(Squeaking)
- Think you can handle that? - On overtime, maybe.
Down, Danny. Down, down. That's it.
'That's Dr Morgan and assistant members of our staff.
(Muffled) Come on!
The tide might have pulled him out, but his body should have shown up.
Mike. Mike! The dolphins!
Whoo!
He left his passport and his... and his credit cards.
That's all. There is no more.
I don't go in the water. (Laughs awkwardly)
Batteries are fully charged, Mike.
- (Muffled thud) - Now what?
Here's the ladder. Hold on.
Quickly. Come on. Get out of the way!
Oh, my God!
Not on my say-so. He was supposed to knock off.
(Woman) See that big guy? He gets knocked on his ass every time.
'... while alone, is a predator... '
- (Kelly screeches) - Here, take this.
Here you go, sir.
L-I'll be in the Control Room.
(Chuckles)
- N-no, I hate the ocean. - Aww! Hey, I've got a better idea.
(Mike, Sean shouting, indistinct)
Two beers. So, you work at the park, huh?
(Kay grunting)
- Ooh! - (Laughs)
We're gonna meet him at the main gate.
Well, that's why he goes to school in Colorado.
(Technician) They're testing the lifeline to see if it's secure.
Well, gentlemen.
No. Boy, come on!
I think you should.
the most convenient and accessible exits.
then the watertight doors will open up, then people go home.
(Reporters chattering, indistinct)
Getting cold feet?
a complex of underwater tunnels that show you first-hand
- Hey, you all right? - Yeah. Yeah. Fine.
- (Kay) You cheater! - (Screams)
Come here, kiddo. That's the feeding place.
(Dan) Kathy.
(Gate motor whirring)
Good. Rig the winch on that work boat up there.
Oh. Push. Push.
- How much longer, sweetie? - I don't know.
You know, sharks don't like that.
(People gasping)
(Thud)
(Kelly yelling, indistinct)
No?
(Philip) Killing is guaranteed press.
Mr Bullhorn sees all, knows all!
You know what I never understood? Why did you ram that Japanese whaler?