Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She's an investment banker.

The real ones don't usually try and kill the crows.

Whatever you're doing, keep doing it.

[Don] It's in the dining hall.

[automated voice] Fire protocol on Deck B. Bulkhead doors are now closing.

[Maureen over radio] Actually, Don, you've been perfect.

You must have some questions.

-do you think that means-- -Will. No.

[automated voice] Opening Cryo Bay Six.

She, um, she got out.

♪ Some people call me Maurice ♪

but I think I finally found my calling.

but I wanted something in common, too, so I made one up.

-What deck are we on? -B-Deck.

Stupid horse nearly gave me a heart attack.

[breathing heavily]

He's stupid? I thought you liked horses.

It's me... and my dad.

Wait! Don! Did you say the cables were moving?

I don't know any more of the words.

Kids, it's safe to come out now.

Make your way to the decks above or below.

If you don't like horses, then why were you--

But at Grandma's you were always hanging out in the stables.

Some people talk about me, baby!

Anyone with enough money to invest can afford to lose a little.

Love is a strong word.

[John] Use your maps. Find a way to circumvent the closures.

-Don't forget your picture. -Okay.

Guys. Your folks are almost there.

Now, you're-- You're just gonna have to make it back a different way.

Identification 6-1-2-1-9-1-6.

[distortion squealing]

For where he is now.

Oh, that's funny?

-[Smith] I thought you quit, Jessica. -I did...

[both breathing heavily]

[John] The kind where you tell us where the hell we're going.

[Judy] Yeah, maybe,