Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Get me out of here.

- Oh, baby. - Mom.

- Tell me I am wrong. - Dad.

Maggie. Maggie. Hey, hey.

Do you ever win?

Come on. Keep coming.

Think we got a hallway here.

If you got a better idea, I am all ears...

Stay with me, dude! I am coming, my friend!

You were never on the swim team.

Three, two, one. Push.

He made his home on the ocean floor in a palace of coral and gems.

- Please help me. Please. - Okay.

Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.

- Know what I mean? - Hurry up and lift the thing.

The entertainment section's up there.

Look at me. Dylan's here, and we're going to get you out, okay?

Oy vey, that would be ironic.

It's the only way out.

Shake him off. Now.

Yeah, Robert, that door is extremely hot, but it's our only choice.

I am sure that you know this whole song, so I don't have to sing it for you.

- Come on. All right. - That's it. Don't look down, honey.

A coin, a ring, anything.

Thank you, sir.

- Is there a way out? - I am sure there is.

- Come on. - You go first.

You better be right. Flood it.

- I can't stay up, Mom. - Yes, you can.

Look at me. Promise me you will not come out again.

Give me your water and your hankie, sweetie.

...is your desperate single woman hoping to meet a guy, and you sure don't fit the bill.

- Get back. Back up. Ready? - Just open the valve.

So, what do you think? You too big for a piggyback ride?

Control room's underwater. He wouldn't let me go. He shut them down.

- Let's try the new vent. - I can't go. I am sorry.