Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Is there a way out? - I am sure there is.
He made his home on the ocean floor in a palace of coral and gems.
- Know what I mean? - Hurry up and lift the thing.
Stay with me, dude! I am coming, my friend!
Thank you, sir.
You were never on the swim team.
Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
Get away.
- Please help me. Please. - Okay.
Think we got a hallway here.
Look at me. Promise me you will not come out again.
The entertainment section's up there.
Chris...
If you got a better idea, I am all ears...
Come on. Keep coming.
- Oh, baby. - Mom.
Maggie. Maggie. Hey, hey.
- Let's try the new vent. - I can't go. I am sorry.
You better be right. Flood it.
Control room's underwater. He wouldn't let me go. He shut them down.
- Come on. - You go first.
Give me your water and your hankie, sweetie.
Look at me. Dylan's here, and we're going to get you out, okay?
Goddamn, boy.
Yeah, Robert, that door is extremely hot, but it's our only choice.
Three, two, one. Push.
So, what do you think? You too big for a piggyback ride?
Do you ever win?
- Get back. Back up. Ready? - Just open the valve.
- Come on. All right. - That's it. Don't look down, honey.
Shake him off. Now.
A coin, a ring, anything.
...is your desperate single woman hoping to meet a guy, and you sure don't fit the bill.
Oy vey, that would be ironic.
Oh, Jesus.
It's the only way out.
Get me out of here.
- I can't stay up, Mom. - Yes, you can.
I am sure that you know this whole song, so I don't have to sing it for you.
Are you okay?
- Tell me I am wrong. - Dad.