Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

Oy vey, that would be ironic.

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

- Please help me. Please. - Okay.

Three, two, one. Push.

Give me your water and your hankie, sweetie.

- Come on. - You go first.

Come on. Keep coming.

...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.

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

A coin, a ring, anything.

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

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

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

Think we got a hallway here.

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

Shake him off. Now.

Maggie. Maggie. Hey, hey.

- Tell me I am wrong. - Dad.

You better be right. Flood it.

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

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

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

Get me out of here.

- Oh, baby. - Mom.

Do you ever win?

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

It's the only way out.

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

Thank you, sir.

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

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

You were never on the swim team.

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

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