Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Conor? - Mom.

- Chris. - Yeah?

Scootch back from the edge. Be careful.

...and get into a fight with their wife or husband...

No. No, look, we will grab a bunch of this junk, right?

I am within my authority to compel you to stay.

All right, baby. Hold on.

Please. Today, dude. I'm about to tell someone. This boat is like the Titanic.

Hey, kids, how we doing?

Yeah, let's go. This way's the best way up.

This is not a drill. All passengers, brace for immediate and heavy rolls.

But I am going to find my daughter...

Conor, you're going to do this. Don't worry. Here we go.

Ladies and gentlemen, the incomparable Gloria.

Stay there. I am coming, baby.

Maggie. Maggie.

- Sorry about that. - Not a problem.

If I recall correctly, you couldn't even hang onto your wife.

Are you hurt? Are you hurt?

- So how long were you in the Navy? - Too long.

Here we go. Hang on, baby.

Fire, life and safety crews, proceed to your muster stations immediately.

I'm really feeling old when you do that. Dude, you know your father's too old for being called sir. God damn it, dude! You're pissing me off!

...and I don't feel comfortable with the two of you in here...

Hey, Ramsey. Ramsey.

Please, help me. I can't lift this by myself.

I need you to reach up and help him. Reach up.

Very well, sir.

We will have the Romanée-Conti, 1988, please.

I didn't have any money to get to New York...

How would you get back? You'd already be out of air.

Mom, don't look down, okay?

Hey. We're going out through the bow thrusters.

But you had to come through here when we boarded. Didn't you?

Since man first emerged from these salty depths...

We weren't really surprised, sir.

I love him. I need to find a way to go with him.

You're halfway there, come on.

Chris asked me to marry him.